Cold Summer

[Verse 1: Varsityjasper]
Preach my shit to the masses I practice
Flow so classic I know I'm gon' last
It's a cold summer coming so please bring your jackets
Trash bin is where we put the haters who don't have shit
Thinking back what happened I'm packing
Vocab no lacking elevated status
Racking up wins while you still lacking
Sad to think people really gotta fake and act happy
I'm just living life no reason to be mad at me
Yeah, I guess shit don't real change huh
I'm a different man doing different things yuh
There was a time when I though my life was over
But i bounced back won another ring yuh
Feeling pain I don't that anymore
Play games I don't do that like before
Cold summer 'till the heat drops
Make it rain disappear when we perform

[Verse 2: Juci-A]
She want big thing
I want simple things
Got a lot of hate made some enemies
Still feeling like they all dead to me
Cooking up some heat secret recipe
This the life I'm living 'till I'm 33
If you ain't really down don't say a word to me
Money really ain't the only currency
Funny how that barely just occurred to me
Annotate my bars and do it surgically
Sky high looking down we got birds to feed
Only going up we travel vertically
Laying down some tracks to burn you third degree
Most of you rappers thinking you on top
Don't flop gon drop shit that's top notch
Don't talk in the studio record then chop
More like Ye then Biggie or Pac
You can't get me to stop
Imma keep on make it to a theme song
It's a cold summer but we leave the heat on

[Verse 3: Lil Osha]
Water drippin wet fingers I don't fuck with broke niggas
Car dealer ho getter nigga I'm a trend setter
If you gon' try and do me dirty
Catch a fade if you try to hurt me
[?] that don't concern me
Trippin drugs I'm seeing stars
Nigga wanna smoke cigars
Nigga I got 8 cars, Fuck them when I'm high as mars
Seen some shit I had to cope
Fuck the pens I'm old school dope
Bitch respect me like the pope I pop a perc and then I float
Bitch toss the bag I'm a fuckin boss nigga
Bitch grab that ass swear that shit just got bigger
20 bands in my hand but I ain't no gold digger
Cold summer keep it chill make my neck feel like winter

[Verse 4: D-Manson]
Been a minute but I'm back now with my new rap style
With the same nice smile living life fast now
Livin summer, day by day
Say hey with the boys sippin gatorade
I don't take nothing I'm here to stay
If you wanna talk boy we can catch a fade
Can't stop me boy better say please
Rhymes sick like I'm spitting a disease
Don't need to smoke trees to feel at ease
With my friends playing with the bees in the trees
Frisbee 'till my lungs wheeze in the summer breeze
Sun got my eyes squinting like I'm Chinese
Original man these beats ain't for sale
Nose getting longer like I live in glendale
Knuckles calloused from the bag getting hit
I never give up man I never call it quits
This my own flow no rappers getting bit
Spar in the backyard then we make our next hit
This summer I'm spending with my brothers
Put you to sleep like your mother
End your career man you won't even stutter
Y'all better watch out it's gonna be a cold summer