Dear Summer - Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z

Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me

For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees

S dots with Polo fleeces

Purple label shit with the logo secret

Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in

A couple words and like Peaches & Herb

We’ll be reunited and it feels so hood

Have the whole world saying «How you still so good?»

Well I do this in my slumber, Summer

I ain’t none of these half-assed newcomers

You know how I do, Summer

I drop heat, when you bring the sun up

The combo make niggas act up, I pick the gun up

Niggas back up;

they know I’m not no fronter

I don’t talk SHIT, I just flip it Un ya

Sorry Lance, I’m just trying to advance my quotes

I ain’t making you the butt of my jokes

But let’s not stray from what I came to say

To my beloved, think we need some time away

They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage

And fuck it, if it comes back, you know it’s there to stay

It’s tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed

From the public, who should’ve gave me the Pulitz'

Instead gave me they ass to kiss

But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips

But still shine light down on all my peers

I know they weird… some queer, I still want them to share

In all the success I received, I know you can’t believe

I still love 'em but they don’t love me

They like the drunk uncle in your family

You know they lame, you feel ashamed

But you love em the same

It’s like when niggas make subliminal records

If it ain’t directed directly at me, I don’t respect it

You don’t really want it with Hov, for the record

I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next, kid

Keep entering the danger zone

You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song

If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c’mon

Say when, take ten paces and spin

But on another note, 'bout to take another vacay

On another boat, goddamn, a motherfucker wrote

His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good

But any day you know a nigga could

Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz

You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me

Niggas can’t fuck with me

I’m in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove

And I ain’t trying to fuck my thing up

But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up

Non-Pulp Fiction, Colt four-fifth and

Young niggas that blast for me, no religion

Listen here, Summer, baby

I just believe it’s the right thing to do

I got a brand new bitch, Corporate America

She showing me a lot of action right now

And I know you put me on my feet and all, but

I mean, it’s time for me to grow

You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go

I’m done for now, so one for now

Possibly forever, we had fun together

But like all good things, we must come to an end

Please show the same love to my friends

Dear Summer