Dear Summer

[Verse 1]
Dear Summer, 40 oz on a rooftop
Heatwave flowing from Bedford-Nostrand to New Lots
Coming from the city where niggas still bumping Biggie
The same way that niggas from Cali still bumpin 2Pac
KOTA top 5 underrated, I’m waiting patient
They thinking that they can silence the voice of a generation
People show me love United Kingdom to Oakland
They begging me for a tour ten hours over the ocean
Kids need a hero, people saying I’m chosen
Hungry for something real cuz everything kinda processed
Poison on the airwaves this shit is making no sense
Breath of fresh air, they global warming, I’m progress
Bread and water, I survived, turn it to bread and wine
Niggas hate the shine, I told the devil to get in line
Word is bond, never settle and never look behind
Gotta climb, little KOTA is watching all the time