Cold Summer
2.0 featuring Young Noah
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I wanted to ball The fame don’t mean nothin at all I do it for y’all The industry lacking the swagger my nigga I’m Bringing it all You feelin uncomfortable yet I Say no not all I don’t got a ounce of respect For niggas who fraud You talkin that tuff shit nigga Ima send my regards You lookin all backwards homie Sum Like cris cross They said they was nicer then me I do not recall Yea these hoes was laughing at me I was lost, all of that struggling Fumbling made me a boss I had To Evolve, nights my stomach Was grumbling it was so Humbling I had to solve, all of the Things that was pushing me back But I couldn’t react had a nigga Like PAUSE , what in the f*ck am I Doing im here for a cause, I give Em positive vibes niggas just Want to be fly They making music To fit in with all of the guys it’s Like you want a disguise Just live In the present and call it a Prize That’s why im one of a kind, most Of these rappers just want to get By but Ima run it up high That’s Why im approaching the game a Belligerent Encouraging the pain Wit an ignorance, these are Minutemen Who givin lyrical Arrangement to fit em in, they Doing anything jus to hinder it Look at what they doin to the Music it’s a shame what it coulda Been I’m thinking what the aim Of the riddle is, wave ridin Leave Em outside While they soak in the rain Where they bitter n they shiverin Stay silent, cuz it don’t sound Fine cuz the flow is The same boy U lame wit the litterin Bars are Recycled Bouta make a boom So U betta make room For the hittas On they way to make a spark in The rifle Kids will do whateva jus To be a trendsetter look at me And vendetta Thinkin stars or Disciples , squad psycho Lotta People makin music but it’s all for The hype tho I wanted to ball The fame don’t mean nothin at all I do it for y’all The industry lacking the swagger my nigga I’m Bringing it all You feelin uncomfortable yet I Say no not all I don’t got a ounce of respect For niggas who fraud You talkin that tuff shit nigga Ima send my regards You lookin all backwards homie Sum Like cris cross They said they was nicer then me I do not recall Yea these hoes was laughing at me Who really wanna war wit a veteran Thinking of rappin against me it’s gone be cold Summer Lil nigga I can not see defeat so how many of You Rappers gone stop playin wit a mufucka Ima Youngin and a beast You Was fake thuggin in the streets Wile I was stuffin Hunnits in my jeans Pretty nigga but I move mean You the type a nigga have a conversation wit a Dope fiend Hold up Im Not done Bluffin on the internet about how you a real Street nigga but u not one Waitin till the cops come Then you acting tuff stupid ass lil nigga you Must think the hole block dumb Say you got guns never shot none Bodies on on bodies don’t got one You shorty ridin shotty she a hot one Pullin over she gone suck it up till I pop one Every day movie Ima kill it like wit no option I wanted to ball but I just Don’t see myself in the industry walking and Talking like y’all So I just ,focus on rhyming and reaching a Climate that’s higher then y’all I might just ,kill all you rappers be myself Cuz I’m tired of yall You know I ain’t got problem wit doing it big Because it’s time that you fall
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Written by: Hector Berrios, Victor Rivera
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