Carns Hill - Cold Summer lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo I went from a boy to a man on the curb I'm a man of my word Just a man with some birds Got friends k**ing friends, yeah, the madness [?] It's a big weight n***a, couldn't manage a third Got the choppa on the table and, the work on the floor Send that pack OT and put that work on a tour 10 out of 10, I give that worker [an] applause Yeah, I grind for my sh** I hope you're working for yours I remember 010 jumping out of that Range You can't do that n***a because that's out of your range Look, I said that's out of your range Remember cold nights, grinding, standing out in that rain When I'm talking to the runners, all we talk about is numbers If you talking about the youngers then you talking about some gunners Yeah, it's gonna be a cold summer I wonder, but look My best [?] a picture, told me "Hold that G" I made a tape, he made a tape But I sold that G I'm not you dumb n***as, don't give out the [?] out free And if you talking about my [?] then I own that G Yeah, they say my wordplay is one of a kind Used to make the feens line, yeah one at a time A n***a never lie, not in one of my rhymes And I can buss a n***a just of one of my lines, I swear Yeah, I tell these f** n***as wait a minute Still catch me in the car with that weight up in it Hit the dope spot let the [?] spin it [?] n***as think they know me because the saw me on the web Only really know me if you saw me with the Z In handcuffs if you saw me with the feds I ain't never been [?] never saw me on the edge Cause everyday I put my life at risk I swear down it like my n***as [?] My n***a stacked 30K just to light his wrist And if that n***a broke then, his life's a myth BB 3 yeah, it's the third one It's like a n***a can't chill until the bird comes I tell her sit back and burn one You're listening to a real n***a if you've never heard one