31 Summers Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro]
Mm-hmm
Yeah (Uh)

[Chorus]
I was born in the summer
I been here every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell 'em, "Grind for thirty-one summers
Spit and shine for thirty-one summers
Grit and grind for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
When they ask me how to come up (Grr)
I tell ’em, "Die for thirty-one summers"

[Verse 1]
Niggas don't wanna get it, I'm harder then penetentiary steel
For my niggas locked down in the penetentiary still
I wasn’t meant to be killed, I was mentally ill
I needed medicine, your head'll get injured, it will
Better yet, Excederin, murder, et cetera
You fuckin' with a psycho, nigga, you better run
Pray before I put you in the grave most likely
You met a lot of rappers? Well, none of 'em like me
Ripped the rap game sorta like Ice-T
One little chain, I don't need to be icy
Oh, I see, y'all niggas wanna get cut up
Really wanted to nut-up, brains dipped in butter
Guts in the gutter, my nigga, I'm that vicious (Vicious)
Put me in a circle of rappers, I handle business (I handle business)
Scandalousness, nigga, what up?
Niggas'll die for thirty-one summers (Nigga)