Lake City Fresh - Curry Klay (feat. E.Cruse, Gold Gunzz)

In the summer it get hot, in the summer it get hot, in the summer it get hot, got cool with it, yo, got cool with it, yo, got cool with it
In the summer it get hot, we was cool with it, somehow we feel safe in the violence, we got cool with it
I thank the highest for my gift nigga everyday, cause in my hood you was bound to be a curry klay
In the summer it get hot, we was cool with it, somehow we feel safe in the violence, we got cool with it
I thank the highest for my gift nigga everyday, cause in my hood you was bound to be a curry klay
In the summer it get hot, we was cool with it, somehow we feel safe in the violence, we got cool with it
I thank the highest for my gift nigga everyday, cause in my hood you was bound to be a curry klay
Like you was born to be a curry clay, like everyday you gotta shoot to leave, you gotta shoot to stay
And damn, either way they gon' recruit you, is you shootin' with the hoopers, or you shootin' with the shooters
And pop was in the kitchen, cookin' up a brick, mom was in the kitchen cookin', fixin' up a dish
And I was in the living room just learnin' all the tricks, like how the fuck you think I shoot so good, I learned it with my wrist
And if you shootin' for them stars, you better aim it far, cause they want you like a caged bird, livin' behind bars
Project Babies, we ain't even thinkin' twice, we feelin' safer in the violence, when they shootin' every night
We know it's hot, but we cool with it,
In the summer it get hot, we was cool with it, somehow we feel safe in the violence
We got cool with it, I thank the highest for my gift, nigga, everyday, cause in my hood, you was bound to be a curry klay
It got hot, we was cool with it, somehow we feel safe in the violence, we got cool with it
I thank the highest for my gift, nigga, everyday, cause in my hood, you was born to be a curry klay
Ain't no ifs, ands, or maybes, ain't no probablys, nigga, your bitch is mommy, nigga, and she got that sloppy, nigga
Original gangster cluf, cloth, ain't no copy, nigga, play with my broccoli, nigga, I'm slidin' like it's hockey, nigga
They think I'm 6'5", 230, cause I'm cocky, nigga, two mac 90's, this one 80, this is guns, baby
Eighties, baby, straight jacket, crazy, ratchet safety, ridin' round, sellin' eighties out a gray Mercedes
Product of the projects they projected, I failed, I perfected, lettin' choppers projectin' out shells
All my homies in the ground or they stuck in the cell, one day two visits the grave and stuck in the jail
In the summer, it get hot, we was cool with it, somehow we feel safe in the violence, we got cool with it
I thank the highest for my gift, nigga, everyday, cause in my hood, you was bound to be a curry klay
I thank the highest for my gift, nigga, everyday, cause in my hood, you was bound to be a curry klay

Written by:
Eric Cruse, Eric Cruse Sr, William Collins

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