Cold Summers

[Verse 1: JJ Esko]
I ain't hiding from killers, it's only bullets man send you
From the Glen Parva to every jail I went to
Unit twelve, me and L's every day getting pad spins
In the cells, hit sosh, I put blood on the landing
Face my problems, I can't run from mine
Man shoulda been rich like a hundred times
I lost everyone I loved, shit I'm losing it now
If they catch me on stage then I'll shoot in the crowd
Yeah the roads are the roads, only real survive
Went and snitched on his bros and they all got life
I'vе been out here on the block but thеy think that I've blown
I ain't seen Kutta in years and all now he ain't home
Started from twenty-eight, I got thirty-six
Zee got twenty-five when he turned twenty-six
Driving bait man, now I need tints
Got a ten-ten ting but her attitude stinks
They already know what we do for this money
If I never had rap I'd probably catch me a body
Like my dreams, all my shoes used to rip
Half a bag on my creps, I ain't used to this shit

[Verse 2: SL Kutta]
I'm size nine but if I'm stepping, squeezing into a seven
The judge give me fourteen but I'm still here after seven
Make dua and I'm repenting, hope I'm worthy of Heaven
Hell in a cell, it's been a hell of a lesson
Cut in the cut with a cutter, you hiding or riding your bredrin?
You know strizzy, twenty green lights, I'ma stretch him
And a vio ain't no pillow boy, this shit getting slept on
Any opp getting crept on, any drop getting stepped on
And they want me on the top getting wept on
Niggas dropping, I can't be the next one
I know I'm putting my bets on
This the second gimmick, I don't see a next one
You hit your local for a man that went dispersal with Bronson
Been locked since Glen Parva, unit ten, me and Pesky
I been touring woks, my nigga toured the world since he left me
In the block, my belly empty, shit came in the vent G
Man I ain't seen a plane since the sweaties
Ten sticks in the crib, only semis
It's copper heads, only pennies
No Ciroc at the grave, only Henny's
Heard there's waps there for wraps, let's go halves on a bill
Then go halves on a drill
Mission failed, it didn't end in a kill
You think you're the shits, go ask yourself this
Why nothing been did since your nigga got wigged
You think you did a bid? Well take a look at your kids
Today's teens weren't born when my nigga got nicked
Cah they got over tens in a random wok where we don't know the ends
Used my last life in the block, can't even phone a friend
Hell in a cell, bro it's filled with lifers
I was in Whitemoor where smarties were fivers
And my trip went to Belmarsh and HMP Isis
Feds followed man sweaty, poles on yeah he's high risk
In Armley, I had a Zanco in my light switch
I make tauba for my sins every Jummah on Fridays