Cold Summer Lyrics - Dj Kayslay

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 

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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 

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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