Cold Summer

You ever have a cold in the summer? That shit be the worse It gets better though How they turn a top dog to an underdog? It's a cold world even in the summer, dawg Like a hunnid missed calls in my number log I talk to God 'fore I talk to people from them blogs Gotta see through it when it's thick as London fog I'm from the city, baby, I done grew up under Small Not to bring up old shit, I'm not a plunger, dawg No dalmatian but I come through with a hunnid, dawg And they don't bark, they bite Let it spark, they might Gotta walk straight, right? Turn the dark to daylight Let 'em talk, they right In your heart, stay light Play your part, stay tight Bosses park where they like Don't you let them trick you out your spot and put that guy on Rather cut 'em off and let a bygone be a bygone When you ballin', you that nigga that they got they eye on So I think I know just how it feel to be a Zion Bustin' out sneakers (Bustin' out sneakers), swingin' on rims (Swingin' on rims) Being number one, bringing on M's Hope the Knicks get him, I'ma bring him Timb's Tell 'em lace his boots, I'ma give a king some gems Like look (Like look), you the great hope and a scapegoat You gon' have to make quotes and take notes And some can't take smoke so they may choke But those who learn to make boats, stay afloat Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer Devil tryna take ya soul from ya Callin' but he got my old number Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer Devil tryna take ya soul from ya Callin' but he got my old number Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer I'm chillin' for the whole summer No feelings for the whole summer Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer I'm chillin' for the whole summer No feelings for the whole summer The media promoting fake, they just stampin' and shit You don't wanna see us beef then stop ampin' and shit They was giving Meek an L, said he wouldn't prevail Next thing you know that boy was in a championship So everyday I'm goin' in, I'm on some vampire shit And every night I'm in my bag like I'm campin' and shit The trenches that we grew up in need to know you can win So you see me in my hood on my champion shit See a minor setback, breed a major get back If I lose it ain't over, I be yelling bet back I come from where they take it, you might never get back Gotta shoutout New Jersey, y'all won't get the Nets back Play for keeps 'round here, Prada's deep 'round here Shooters creep 'round here, hard to sleep 'round here Life cheap 'round here, Grim Reap' 'round here Spilled milk get wiped up, we don't weep 'round here We just goin' harder, we raisin' sons and growin' daughters Came a long way and workin' on going farther Grew up not knowing fathers, seeing no one bother But know my story gets better 'cause I know the author Keep readin' it's a comeback story I told her that if you leave don't ever come back shawty I be sayin' word to Mother, she the one that taught me Karma is a bitch who hoes around and come back for me—Cold Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer Devil tryna take ya soul from ya Callin' but he got my old number Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer Devil tryna take ya soul from ya Callin' but he got my old number Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer I'm chillin' for the whole summer No feelings for the whole summer Oh-oh-oh It's gon' be a cold summer I'm chillin' for the whole summer No feelings for the whole summer I just feel like life is hot and cold Ups and downs, back and forth Wins and losses It's gon' be some sunshine and it's gon' some rain And when it rain, it pours But ask yourself, can you weather the storm until the sun shines again?