One Summer M Huncho

[Intro]
Quincy, tell 'em

[Chorus]
One phone, one line all summer
One take on life, can't fuck up
One take on life, can't fuck up

[Verse 1]
This that Michael Owen, '96 'til '02
Gettin' packs, formation, 4-4-2
They just dog food, I be soul food, ah
And this is way before I sold food
Bitches fuckin' up my whole mood, tellin' me I'm so rude
I tell 'em I ain't regular, tell 'em I'm a cold dude
You don't get far in life bein' nice
'Cause these people, yeah, they feeble, yeah, they evil
They don't want a real come up, trappin' 'til it's sun up
Lappy with a copper, never home for supper
Missed dinner every day, it's been like four summers
Balenciaga runners, still I do the run up
I watch real juggers make it, then they plummet
We have meetings with the bruddas like a summit
They lookin' for attention, bro, just burnin'
We got a lot to lose, I'm consistent with the onions
Breakin' dem without the tears, breakin' bread with all my peers
Panicked couple times but you know, it's only God I fear
'Cause I bleed like you bleed, only I'm in seventh gear
I got Calvins on my underwear
No, literally, I got that Calvin in my underwear
And they shifty, you know, I don't give no fund to scares
Officers askin' if I got the gear
Sorry constable, I got difficulties, I can't hear
And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare
And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare
Uh, and it's kinda rare
Uh, oh yeah, and it's kinda rare