Cold Summer

[Intro: Mac Miller]

In here with the legendary DJ Kay Slay

[Chorus: Rell]

Gotta trust your aim, 'cause ain't no trust

All my gangstas understand

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

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 feelings when I come through

Tire marks and gun smoke stories

OGs reminisce and show glory

He 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 (Ride)

'Til the wheels fall off and there's no mo' drive (Drive)

I see the fear when I look in your eyes (Eyes)

You should execute or X out and expire

[Chorus: Rell]

Another day (Yeah), different time (Yeah)

But the same old story's told (Oh)

Even when it's warm outside

These streets can get so cold

Gotta love the game (Uh), 'cause ain't no love (No)

And that ain't gon' never change

Gotta trust your aim, 'cause ain't no trust

All my gangstas understand

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Champagne liquor, pair of Bape slippers (Slippers)

Blue collar for the dollar up in Pittsburgh (Pittsburgh)

Young vet with rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher

Ballin' super hard, you can smell the Swishers

No one I met workin' hard as I do (I do)

It's like I never even made a fuckin' dollar

I'm a genius though, you can check my IQ (IQ)

Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop your fuckin' 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 talkin' shit to act a fool (Act a fool)

Givin' bitches a "D" like we was back at school

But that's only if they got that bad attitude

[Chorus: Rell]

Another day (Yeah), different time (Yeah)

But the same old story's told (Oh)

Even when it's warm outside

These streets can get so cold

Gotta love the game (Uh), 'cause ain't no love (No)

And that ain't gon' never change

Gotta trust your aim, 'cause ain't no trust

All my gangstas understand

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]

Kept it street with you has-beens, they just entertainers

If they goin' dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors

Talk behind your back by tellin' women that they made ya

Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles

Throw the whip and throttle, bendin' 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 momma

Changed on the first born, father wasn't shit

Sayin' every time she gaze at me all she see is this

A nigga on his dick scared to help out 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

Lookin' up to ballers, often time I reminisce

Prayin' to the stars, I go hard with the bricks

Flip 'em one to two, 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' no 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 hubby

She from Colorado, she'd die for niggas who thuggin'

While her faker was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty

Ball players runnin' trains on her and her buddy

Picture get depicted you hated me over nothin', motherfucker

[Chorus: Rell]

Trust your aim, 'cause ain't no trust

All my gangstas understand

Another day (Yeah), different time (Yeah)

But the same old story's told (Oh)

Even when it's warm outside

These streets can get so cold

Gotta love the game (Uh), 'cause ain't no love (No)

And that ain't gon' never change

Gotta trust your aim, 'cause ain't no trust

All my gangstas understand