Cold Summer (feat. Salute Da Kidd & June Megalodon)
Your honor, one count distribution of a controlled substance, to whit, heroin
And one count distribution of a controlled substance, to whit, cocaine
Thorough conviction
State requested defendant be held, as he is part of a dangerous organization
Another day, another number, a cold summer (and further, something that's mandatory)
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber (five of you need to go)
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell (five of us)
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell (a one-on-one)
Another day, another number, a cold summer (now why name me like that for a one-on-one)
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber (yeah, you know what I want)
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
They call me ISIS, my flow known as the nicest
Butterfingers with the work, I be dropping the prices
They like this, dude spit venom that's poised
Don't need to conversate much, I dismantle the noise
The common choice, contained that way from the start
Break it down like division, how we separate parts
Illustrating since a youngin', I mastered the art
Class full of scholars, still had a seat by myself
Highly flammable loot, burn bad for your health
Flout my wealth, so please don't play with the figures
Banana clips everywhere, fit well with gorillas
Get your cap peeled, that's just the way that I'm feeling
If it's rap, we can rap
If it's beef, I'm the realest
And they know that, black gat hoodie and hat
XD edition 40 vision stay on my lap
"The kid shoots first" Real rap
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
Yeah, watch me build a bridge into your home
Walk straight into your heart like seven mile road, uh
My blunt glows in the dark, harvest a verse
Pictures on my pad instead of words
Stole the moon through the clouds, served a clean theft
Roll it up to keep the crowd tweaked like Nic Sheff
Blowin' moonglow, I'm Creflo for Dollar Dollar
This is my sermon, we spin pistols for hours
Aim at the stars, but I don't shoot for 'em
I might make the sky fall, keep the pollution pouring
Organic flow manic, rope for those who panic
Protect your neck or guard your grill like Bill Fralic
My journey aimless, scallywag brainless cats
Don't got no thoughts like after the stainless blast
Sent to Earth fast, hard bottoms, cars and purple flags
Jars and purple bags, Gun Rule Grand Rag
Middle East Michigan, all you hear is the chrome bang
Kids go to sleep to soundtracks of toe tag
I was writing, thinking millions in my duffel bag
I'm two faced: half church, half my knuckles drag
I see him on the street and I'mma send him to hell on a shuttle, you tell him that
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
All that I can is give you all that I am
Still swimming, fishing persistently
Complementary beef is how I eat
Code of the ocean, land shark time
My lines separate heads from spines
My niggas go in like wind from front porch to den
Black suits and cannons, twelve to the chest, Rich Gannon
9s and 40s we enjoy deployin'
Heat like firewood, my soul controller
Roll you over in the grave with the shotgun I'm holdin'
So I relax, blow the purple backs, try to get a billion perhaps
Need that money, I want that money
Black, they gotta eat
Get that money back on the table
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
Know the names?
Every motherfucker up in them towers know their name
I still find that really hard, work with me man
Well, who you gonna get is
If you don't say a name soon, you're gonna be courtside
All right
Oh hey
Oh hey what?
All right, I'll take the years
And one count distribution of a controlled substance, to whit, cocaine
Thorough conviction
State requested defendant be held, as he is part of a dangerous organization
Another day, another number, a cold summer (and further, something that's mandatory)
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber (five of you need to go)
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell (five of us)
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell (a one-on-one)
Another day, another number, a cold summer (now why name me like that for a one-on-one)
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber (yeah, you know what I want)
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
They call me ISIS, my flow known as the nicest
Butterfingers with the work, I be dropping the prices
They like this, dude spit venom that's poised
Don't need to conversate much, I dismantle the noise
The common choice, contained that way from the start
Break it down like division, how we separate parts
Illustrating since a youngin', I mastered the art
Class full of scholars, still had a seat by myself
Highly flammable loot, burn bad for your health
Flout my wealth, so please don't play with the figures
Banana clips everywhere, fit well with gorillas
Get your cap peeled, that's just the way that I'm feeling
If it's rap, we can rap
If it's beef, I'm the realest
And they know that, black gat hoodie and hat
XD edition 40 vision stay on my lap
"The kid shoots first" Real rap
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
Yeah, watch me build a bridge into your home
Walk straight into your heart like seven mile road, uh
My blunt glows in the dark, harvest a verse
Pictures on my pad instead of words
Stole the moon through the clouds, served a clean theft
Roll it up to keep the crowd tweaked like Nic Sheff
Blowin' moonglow, I'm Creflo for Dollar Dollar
This is my sermon, we spin pistols for hours
Aim at the stars, but I don't shoot for 'em
I might make the sky fall, keep the pollution pouring
Organic flow manic, rope for those who panic
Protect your neck or guard your grill like Bill Fralic
My journey aimless, scallywag brainless cats
Don't got no thoughts like after the stainless blast
Sent to Earth fast, hard bottoms, cars and purple flags
Jars and purple bags, Gun Rule Grand Rag
Middle East Michigan, all you hear is the chrome bang
Kids go to sleep to soundtracks of toe tag
I was writing, thinking millions in my duffel bag
I'm two faced: half church, half my knuckles drag
I see him on the street and I'mma send him to hell on a shuttle, you tell him that
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
All that I can is give you all that I am
Still swimming, fishing persistently
Complementary beef is how I eat
Code of the ocean, land shark time
My lines separate heads from spines
My niggas go in like wind from front porch to den
Black suits and cannons, twelve to the chest, Rich Gannon
9s and 40s we enjoy deployin'
Heat like firewood, my soul controller
Roll you over in the grave with the shotgun I'm holdin'
So I relax, blow the purple backs, try to get a billion perhaps
Need that money, I want that money
Black, they gotta eat
Get that money back on the table
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
Another day, another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up, but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in this concrete shell
Know the names?
Every motherfucker up in them towers know their name
I still find that really hard, work with me man
Well, who you gonna get is
If you don't say a name soon, you're gonna be courtside
All right
Oh hey
Oh hey what?
All right, I'll take the years
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Cross, Justin Cross, Aundre Woodland, George Spencer Woods
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