Cold Summer

[Verse 1] Stare into the eyes of the future I'm sure the feelin is chillin A nigga spinnin off the juice While niggas runnin from the truth And in pursuit.. I'm tryna benefit from my constituents Go over they heads, but still remain under the influence So lil nigga how you feel? This life can be a pain, but I remain even still I'm lookin for a thrill To shake me from complacency Feed em hella hits, just to keep em from replacin me I feel I'm in a race, and everybody chasin me And still refuse to choose, tell these bitches get away from me Remember days when he would study scripture faithfully Cold and real, a package deal.. These clones is simply tracin me So tell me now, is you entertained yet? Shower hoes in cash, got em lookin for a rain check Strange, insane Spittin oral propane I make a home inside my brain Fuck a formal domain Your weak attempts is so adorable mayne And who's the dopest in the game? That's rhetorical mayne If you the best we gotta face, that's a historical stain And if it ain't under the X, that shit is horrible mayne It's finna be a Cold Summer I'm growin up, that shit is showin Earth is changin as we know it Niggas run, no place to hide Fear on they face, afraid to show it Win the race, throw you a bone And then erase you from the globe It's finna be a cold summer The world is changin nigga face it Make that move back to the basement Man we just now growin up, yo that's a muthafucka ain't it? But embrace it Cause you won't get shit but death from your complainin --- Verse 2 Now Stare into the eyes of perfection My guys have grown deaf to they lies and deception Broke niggas fiendin for a dollar and they dreamin Changin they beliefs just so they life'll have some meanin I'm schemin.. who wit me on this mission? Niggas get up Anonymous, this "ceiling" shit I swear it's all a set up Don't let up.. This prophet sees Straight through the youth's hyprocrisy They KNOW my reach is deep, behind the bars they plan on lockin me I'm havin dreams where I contemplate You can get up out this camp if you just concentrate You see they took a lost soul, he ain't want shit but some glory Now we locked in death camps in what they used to call a quary I dedicate my soul to God, and all who passed before me Last Call, Bass buzzin, too loud to ignore me Oh Yes, Woken up in a cold sweat Just broke up with my old ex So I wonder which ho's next Yo, they barely wearin clothes Think they tryna get chose? Yes I been hearin I'm on next But I'm tryna be known best