Artist: Truck Album: Planet of the Apes, Vol. 1 Song: Summer Time Heat Typed by: Cno Evil [Truck] The summer time heat making niggas pass out I don't care, whose around when it's time to act out Fist or a pistol, either way I'mma get you If I run outta bullets, than my man'll hit you We smoke weed, sell drugs and fuck niggas up Been sleeping on the Island, til I woke niggas up Who brought that underground music, across the water I'm a mixtape monster, any beat I slaughter Plus I get down for mine, you better ask around Next generation, brand new sound The best thing about it, I'm not even signed it Til I get along with Cohen or clap baby check Get your bank book out, nigga, place your bet I'm hungry, ain't enough food on my plate I'm in a one room apartment, niggas coppin' the safe No longer I can't wait, I'm tired of all the hate The phony and they fake, that's all I can take It's Truck, muthafucka, and yes, I'm fed up Whatever I do, I keep my chin or head up Just give me the mic, I tear it up Any beef after that, I air it up There's rules to these games, I obey and follow Cuz I can be today, nigga, gone tomorrow...