Cold Summer (Explicit) - DJ Kay Slay/Kendrick Lamar/Mac Miller/Kevin Gates/Rell

Written by：Rell/Kevin Gates/Kendrick Lamar/Mac Miller

In here with the legendary DJ Kay slay

Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust

All my gangstas understand

F**kin' 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 n**ga 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

N**gas 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 b**ch 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 f**king dollar

I'm a genius though you can check my IQ

Y'all looking stupid when you pop your f**king collar

Take a breath take a breath

Make a toast 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 talking sh*t to act a fool

Giving b**ches 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 been 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

Like Eminem b**ch I ain't never knew my mama

Changed on the 1st born father wasn't sh*t

Sayin' everytime she gaze at me all she see is dis

A n**ga on his dick scared to help with the rent why

Said she love me I don't ever get the nerve to tell her sh*t

Cryin' on the inside looking 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

B**ch you say you love to suck another n**ga dick kept it real

Get the money ain't no sense in actin' funny

Did a bid came home then made her f**k him in front me

Back to back cold heart makin' all assumptions

Now we goin' far but you came back from traveling outta states

While you other b**ches hate back in the country

Record deals saw why I had to f**k with who love me

And this WCW love to cheat on her husband

She from Colorado she die with n**gas who thuggin'

While her faker was in prison two n**gas stuffed in the cutty

Ball players runnin' trains on her and her buddies

Picture get depicted you hated me over nothing motherf**ker

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