Summer School (Freestyle)

[Verse I]
The summer is yours minus the Y, the summer is ours you niggas is fried
The summer is mine, ain’t talking June and July … bitch I’m the hottest all the time
We travel the world just me and my guys , a few of the coldest bitches by my side
The sprinter or bus when we on a tour, come get with the bag collector littte whore
I’m draped in Dior but what’s that smell, that ain’t that sauvage it’s platinum chanel
Still couldn’t keep up with me on the track if fell, I’m tryna go platinum myself
Bitch Ima ball so if we talking home runs then I swing the bat at myself
Niggas won’t elevate self to financial wealth, I’ll climb that ladder myself
Listen, I’m whooping ass like swinging a belt you stand near the sun then bitch you will melt
The summer is ours and quiet as kept, my niggas is loud and heavy they step
They ready to step, to stomp on shit O’Neal in the pain we dunk on shit
Floyd in the ring we punch on shit, they chasing money but they don’t run don’t no risk
The world is yours but we don’t miss
Baby we lit, it’s big as it gets
The world is mine, I hold with a grip
Where ever he go just know he gone drip
I’m Neo the one i cover the sun, fuck every member wit badge and gun
The throne is yours for now I guess , but please prepare to get ready here I come!