31 Summers lyrics

[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]
n*ggas don't wanna get it, I'm harder then penetentiary steel
For my n*ggas 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 f*ckin' with a psycho, n*gga, 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 n*ggas wanna get cut up
Really wanted to nut-up, brains dipped in butter
Guts in the gutter, my n*gga, I'm that vicious (Vicious)
Put me in a circle of rappers, I handle business (I handle business)
Scandalousness, n*gga, what up?
n*ggas'll die for thirty-one summers (n*gga)
[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 (Grr)
Spit and shine for thirty-one summers
Grit and grind for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
When they ask me how to come up
I tell ’em, "Die for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
sh*ttin' on you n*ggas like diarrhea, don’t try and see him
I'm busy eatin' up human beings and you can see it
You could be it, that n*gga that n*gga you see me eatin'
Hop in a circle and I’ll chop you up to little meatlets
Yes, grr, gun in the dresser, my pleasure
Human meat in a crock pot, that's my treasure
Put the seasonin' salt, I don't have to measure
Get your f*ckin' hands out the pot, n*gga, you better
I'm a genius at makin' em eat red meat
Knee-deep in it, for each ten-inch, you'll get a heat lift
Facelift, I'm Jason, put a leak in it
A lot of blood on the ground and you gon' sleep in it
All n*ggas is dyin' before he finish
Rip the guts out of n*ggas before I replenish
Who's next? Give 'em a suplex
Take over his duplex and give her the new sex
[Interlude]
Grr
Motherf*cker
Gon' light me a cigarette
Where my f*ckin' lighter at?
Yeah, n*gga

[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 (Grr)
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" (Yeah)

[Outro]
Kevlar, n*gga
Grr