[Verse 1]
Stare into the eyes of the future
I'm sure the feelin is chillin
A n***a spinnin off the juice
While n***as runnin from the truth
And in pursuit..
I'm tryna benefit from my constituents
Go over they heads, but still remain under the influence
So lil n***a how you feel?
This life can be a pain, but I remain even still
I'm lookin for a thrill
To shake me from complacency
Feed em hella hits, just to keep em from replacin me
I feel I'm in a race, and everybody chasin me
And still refuse to choose, tell these bitches get away from me
Remember days when he would study scripture faithfully
Cold and real, a package deal..
These clones is simply tracin me
So tell me now, is you entertained yet?
Shower hoes in cash, got em lookin for a rain check
Strange, insane
Spittin oral propane
I make a home inside my brain
Fuck a formal domain
Your weak attempts is so adorable mayne
And who's the dopest in the game?
That's rhetorical mayne
If you the best we gotta face, that's a historical stain
And if it ain't under the X, that shit is horrible mayne
It's finna be a Cold Summer
I'm growin up, that shit is showin
Earth is changin as we know it
N***as run, no place to hide
Fear on they face, afraid to show it
Win the race, throw you a bone
And then erase you from the globe

It's finna be a cold summer
The world is changin n***a face it
Make that move back to the basement
Man we just now growin up, yo that's a muthafucka ain't it?
But embrace it
Cause you won't get shit but death from your complainin

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Verse 2

Now Stare into the eyes of perfection
My guys have grown deaf to they lies and deception
Broke n***as fiendin for a dollar and they dreamin
Changin they beliefs just so they life'll have some meanin
I'm schemin.. who wit me on this mission? N***as get up
Anonymous, this "ceiling" shit I swear it's all a set up
Don't let up.. This prophet sees
Straight through the youth's hyprocrisy
They KNOW my reach is deep, behind the bars they plan on lockin me
I'm havin dreams where I contemplate
You can get up out this camp if you just concentrate
You see they took a lost soul, he ain't want shit but some glory
Now we locked in death camps in what they used to call a quary
I dedicate my soul to God, and all who passed before me
Last Call, Bass buzzin, too loud to ignore me
Oh Yes, Woken up in a cold sweat
Just broke up with my old ex
So I wonder which ho's next
Yo, they barely wearin clothes
Think they tryna get chose? Yes
I been hearin I'm on next
But I'm tryna be known best