Cold Season

Would've thought my success would mean
The best to all gotta connect
I could've stepped and left the rest to fall
To another cold season
And we were all dreamin'
Never thought soul demons were
Under my nose schemin'
My success will mean the best to all
Gotta connect
I could've stepped and left the rest to fall
Into another cold season
And we were all dreamin'

I blessed my niggas with an opt
To hit me on the weekend
And what I get in return, our friend weakened
Every weekend I'm weepin'
Every time my heart makes a beat
No reason just more treason
And in the beef, but I'm no deacon
Third eye wide
So I know who's seeking and sneaking
Its like the deeper you get
The more the relationship sinking
Thinking this can't be true
It's hard to believe this can't be you
You belong in the garden with Eve
We had this goal where we go
By any means necessary
But damn, I guess enemies are necessary
And it's clearly imperative
I bring to the light to me
You were nothing short of a relative
I guess this is the outcome
When friends get competitive
Friendships form crevasses
Arguments become consecutive
Messages from label moving from
Positive to negative
Bring me back to my competitors

Success will mean the best to all
Gotta connect
I could've stepped and left the rest to fall
To another cold season
And we were all dreamin'
We were all dreamin'
Never thought my success would mean
The best to all, when I
Left the rest to fall left the rest to fall
To fall