Cold Summers

Look, Hot winters call for cold summers Down bad stuck like shit that plug became my plunger Sammy Sosa knock em out the park, i'm doing numbers Ain't no switching up, like KD did Thunder Got some youngins on the strip, eighths for KD numbers And if you want the brick for the KD number Pull up we ain't talking The feds be stalking They be undercover shit so real up in these streets You gotta watch your brother, i'm just stating facts They say the fake cant face the truth, i wonder why is that Its funny how the ones with the money get the bitches, And the ones that swear their really real, really be the snitches I was down down bad had to get it out the trenches Now a young nigga focused on a road to riches I had a son so I got my weight up I got my cake up Now the plug can get his pay cut I love a natural bitch, long hair with no makeup Send her to ya crib, stupid nigga we just made ya I was taught to play different, life is like chess to me I stay 2 moves ahead, niggas they cant get next to me Bitches can't get a text from me Understand this is destiny Gods written biography Stat sheets say im MVP So called players they envy me F*ck friends when their is family I was taught to go & get it on my own No Atlanta my niggas still with me, from the same zone Put the chrome to ya dome Home invasion we taking everything that a nigga owned They call me Flex, lil nigga but he strong Lil nigga but he strong I was down down bad had to get it out the trenches Now a young nigga focused on a road to riches I had a son so I got my weight up I got my cake up Now the plug can get his pay cut