the chambers drew me under still it makes me wonder was it on purpose or for the numbers cryogenic stasis or deep slumber sorry Jay z but this my letter to summer enough pressure on my heelz look how the prey turned hunterz come get this lyrical beat down whatever color you wanned ain't nobody fronting on em I'll pull out the carpet on em leave you stepping on frail ground you think you got the dropp on em this shitz a game got moves without the rock on em all custom nothing about me stock homie take a walk before you talk what you talk homie don't skip that part homie big Dogg all bite didn't hear no bark homie