Yeah, yeah man (Baller boys in the building) Sometimes I just be walking outside, ya feel me? And it look kinda dark out there and shit Morning shit - but the sun shine bright, ya know what I'm sayin'? Gotta better myself Can't love this life, gotta let it love me Heard that from the big bruh, yo Different religions speak in facts I've never heard of Sound true to me, and most don't usually Gotta keep doin' me I keep girls 'specially Cause when she on, yo, not to many feelings for ya It only take a night, to feel like a star Nobody know ya, how when this My skin tone got folks think that I'm on Name it- the famous your running the game with I still got the same niggas that I came with Some behind bars, while I got this pen in hand Turning my life into bars, in the drop-top Corv Got me kinda aggravated Pull the top off nightmares of assination, but fuck it lets keep screamin' We go on, and on, and on But fuck it, let's keep it goin' till the sun come up, ayo But fuck it, let's keep it goin' till the sun come up, ayo Summer to summer Wet paint and runners Big blunts get blunted Hustle, hustle, get money Hustle, hustle, get money (We go on, and on, and on) (We go on, and on, and on) Summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time (We go on, and on and on) Summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time (We go on, and on and on) Summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time Sip that dirty shit Piss out yellow-ass dirty piss Rain drop, drip drip drip Head up, I’m still in this bitch Mama don’t worry shit, I'ma make sure you rest in rich In the 6 new beef every week like wrestlers did Fumblin, wrestlin' chips Sat down that shady life Some day I might pick it back up My nigga not tonight! Hell ya got killers in my phone Hell ya i trapped all night long Hell ya we dropped plenty songs Rap shit put a young nigga on I love the taste of her Love the face of her Still got money comin' I don’t do this shit for nothin' Or this triple fat leaf I share with patches on them Came from hard work, and slammin' bitches outta somethin' The hustle go on, and on, and on In the green zone The hustle moving strong, and strong, and strong Up in the green zone We go on, and on, and on But fuck it, let's keep it goin' till the sun come up, ayo But fuck it, let's keep it goin' till the sun come up, ayo Summer to summer Wet paint and runners Big blunts get blunted Hustle, hustle, get money Hustle, hustle, get money (We go on, and on, and on) (We go on, and on, and on) Summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time (We go on, and on and on) Summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time (We go on, and on and on) Summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time, summer time