Dave East Dear Summer Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Why disrespect under my pics knowing you might could meet me?
(Why you do that?)
Married to the streets, I'm on the block just so my wife could see me
Never had a convo with Kanye, still tryna find the Yeezy's
All we knew is really hustle, your life, it was prolly easy
Sunday mornings, early prayers, I used to promise Jesus I might repent after I sin but shit, I got them sneakers
Momma tryna find a preacher, I was high with Lisa
I'm 14 and at that time I'm thinking I'ma keep her (that's my bitch)
Now I'm 21, we ain't spoke in 5, doin time
Got no letters, I was sleep with open eyes