[Verse 1]
Just like Will Smith, I hate August
You people find it everyday harder to stay honest
Honestly fuck y'all, i'mma slay harder
Freezing in the cold of the summer like Martyr
Most of y'all do extra shit but it ain't bother
I just got a fresh cut on my face, man I love my barber
Phoenix mixing this shit, brother from another mother
We about to blow up anytime, like a suicide bomber
Ok
Don't be a bummer baby
Listen
Got stories sweeter than a Baklava
Put Punak on the map, they call me Don Dada
Evil residents in my head, Umbrella
If u try to fuck me over baby then it’s ciao bella
Shit
I got the dagger but no cloak
Soul-bounded with pain grimstroke
Got my fourth eye opened, more than woke
Man, life’s a big ass joke
I fucking hate this month man
Can we just skip to September or something I don't know