[Verse 1: Casual D]
This that real raw sh** and only greats relate (Yeah)
Gas pedal to the floor on the interstate (Skirt)
All the 808s knockin' and its shakin' sh** (Boom boom boom)
Only ones that's hating always on some fakin' sh**
I come from the 6 not talkin' the dot
I'm talking bout the capital where all the sh** gets hot (B-r-ah)
I'm not about the drama, but you shouldn't try me
I'm a funny a** dude but if needed I get grimey
My team really know that I'm a rider (Yeah)
My homies hittin' trees like a f**in' drunk driver (S-skirt)
Raping all these beats should be a 25 to lifer (Ahhh)
And oh that's your girl? I thought I recognized her
We make the bedrock, then we get to sippin'
Lately I been on my solo and I'm really thinking
That this rap sh** ain't about the talent, it's about your drive and if you really taking action (Yeah)
Yeah I'm out here soaring and I'm lookin', on my basedgod (Aye) sh** (Swag ,swag,swag)
The boy is really cookin', working on this tape and its dropping in the summer (Sixteen)
Already dropped one and the music doing numbers (King Casual)
I be going through these bars always in a take
Motto still cream and I'm all about the cake (Cake, cake, cake)
I don't say names, my mama raised me different
I never been taught that you gain from straight snitching (Snitchin')
That's why I stay quiet, with the words I be violent (B-r-ah)
I try to keep the peace so I don't go and start a riot (Boom boom)
They told me slow it down and try to switch the flow up
Always so consistent it's a shame if you don't know us
(Yeah, It's a shame if you don't know us)
(It's a shame if you don't know us)
(All summer sixteen) x2
[Verse 2: Casual D]
I feel that I'm the best give this sh** my all and I would never give it less
When I'm on the track gotta spaz and attack sickest up and comer ever coming outta' sac bringing the sh** that the other ones lack bouta' win this sh** like it's back to back
Piles of money that's racks on racks
Runnin' this music that's on track on track
Aye, and I'm right back on it yeah k**in' again
No one can touch me when it come to the pen
Seem like every time I drop a track they goin' wild
I rock my own flow never takin' styles
Yeah, this summer on the look out, (Aye) summer sixteen
I used to just chas'em, but now I'm living my dream