Cold Summer (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Mac Miller, Kevin Gates & Rell)

In here with the legendary DJ Kay Slay Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust All my gangstas understand Fuckin' up the premises, I been a dick Ain't beneficial, I'm 'bout to issue your nemesis Evacuate the buildin' when I come through Evaluate your feelin's when I come through Tire marks and gun smoke stories OGs reminisce and show glory She said, "Nigga I'm hopin' you make a way out Before I make this Mac-11 do it for me" I know responsibility weighin' down on my shoulders Summertime always the coldest Niggas do you dirty like the projects Twenty-five? Then you are the oldest This is the feelin' you get when you ride Till the wheels fall off and there's no mo' drive I see the fear when I look in your eyes Should execute or x out and expire Another day (yeah,) different time (yeah) But the same old story's told Even when it's warm outside These streets can get so cold Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love And that ain't gon' never change Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust All my gangstas understand Champagne liquor, pair of Bape slippers Blue collar for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh Young Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher Ballin' super hard, you can smell the swisher 'S no one I met workin' hard as I do It's like I never even made a fucking dollar I'm a genius though, you can check my IQ Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop your fucking collar Take a breath, make a toast I seen the Devil tryna take my soul But he ain't gon' touch what he can't control This some food for thought, you can get a plate to go Me and Kendrick on a track, man, that's bad news For all you rappers who be talkin' shit to act a fool Givin' bitches a "D" like we was back at school But that's only if they got that bad attitude Another day (yeah,) different time (yeah) But the same old story's told Even when it's warm outside These streets can get so cold Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love And that ain't gon' never change Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust All my gangstas understand Kept it street with you has beens, they just entertainers Yet they're going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors Talk behind your back by telling women that they made ya Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles Go to whippin' throttle, bending corners in the bottom Did it like he's TIP, pull a click, then recline 'em Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas GRR like Eminem bitch I ain't never knew my mama Changed on the 1st, born father wasn't shit Sayin' everytime she gaze at me all she see is dis A nigga on his dick scared to help with the rent (why?) Said she love me, I don't ever get the nerve to tell her shit Cryin' on the inside, lookin' through the fence Looking up to ballers, often time I reminisce Prayin' to the stars, I go hard with the bricks Flip 'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, make an assist (score) Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don't miss Kill 'em bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent Bitch you say you love to suck another nigga dick kept it real Get the money, ain't no sense in actin' funny Did a bid, came home then made her fuck him in front me Back to back, cold-heart makin' all assumptions Now we goin' far but you came back from travelin' outta states While you other bitches hate back in the country Record deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me And this WCW, Love to cheat on her husband She from Colorado, she die with niggas who thuggin' While her fake was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty Ball players runnin' trains on her and her buddies Picture get depicted you hated me over nothin', motherfucker Trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust All my gangstas understand Another day, different time But the same old story's told Even when it's warm outside These streets can get so cold Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love And that ain't gon' never change Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust All my gangstas understand