Kembe X - Cold Summer lyrics
[Kembe X - Cold Summer lyrics]
Stare into the eyes of the future
I'm sure the feelin is chillin
A nigga spinnin off the juice
While niggas runnin from the truth
And in pursuit
I'm tryna benefit from my constituents
Go over they heads
But still remain under the influence
So lil nigga how you feel?
This life can be a pain
But I remain even still
I'm lookin for a thrill
To shake me from complacency
Feed em hella hit's
Just to keep em from replacin me
I feel I'm in a race
And everybody chasin me
And still refuse to choose
Tell these bitches get away from me
Remember days when he would
Study scripture faithfully
Cold and real, a package deal
These clones is simply tracin me
So tell me now, is you entertained yet?
Shower hoes in cash
Got em lookin for a rain check
Strange, insane spittin oral propane
I make a home inside my brain
Fuck a formal domain
Your weak attempts is so adorable mayne
And who's the dopest in the game?
That's rhetorical mayne
If you the best we gotta face
That's a historical stain
And if it ain't under the X
That shit is horrible mayne
It's finna be a Cold Summer
I'm growin up, that shit is showin
Earth is changin as we know it
Niggas run, no place to hide
Fear on they face, afraid to show it
Win the race, throw you a bone
And then erase you from the globe
It's finna be a cold summer
The world is changin nigga face it
Make that move back to the basement
Man we just now growin up
Yo that's a muthafucka ain't it?
But embrace it cause you won't get shit but
Death from your complainin
Now Stare into the eyes of perfection
My guys have grown deaf to
They lies and deception
Broke niggas fiendin for a
Dollar and they dreamin
Changin they beliefs just so they
Life'll have some meanin
I'm schemin who wit me on
This mission? Niggas get up
Anonymous, this "ceiling" shit I swear
It's all a set up
Don't let up this prophet sees
Straight through the youth's hyprocrisy
They KNOW my reach is deep
Behind the bars they plan on lockin me
I'm havin dreams where I contemplate
You can get up out this
Camp if you just concentrate
You see they took a lost soul
He ain't want shit but some glory
Now we locked in death camps in what
They used to call a quary
I dedicate my soul to God
And all who passed before me
Last Call, Bass buzzin, too loud to ignore me
Oh Yes, Woken up in a cold sweat
Just broke up with my old ex
So I wonder which ho's next
Yo, they barely wearin clothes
Think they tryna get chose? Yes
I been hearin I'm on next
But I'm tryna be known best
I'm sure the feelin is chillin
A nigga spinnin off the juice
While niggas runnin from the truth
And in pursuit
I'm tryna benefit from my constituents
Go over they heads
But still remain under the influence
So lil nigga how you feel?
This life can be a pain
But I remain even still
I'm lookin for a thrill
To shake me from complacency
Feed em hella hit's
Just to keep em from replacin me
I feel I'm in a race
And everybody chasin me
And still refuse to choose
Tell these bitches get away from me
Remember days when he would
Study scripture faithfully
Cold and real, a package deal
These clones is simply tracin me
So tell me now, is you entertained yet?
Shower hoes in cash
Got em lookin for a rain check
Strange, insane spittin oral propane
I make a home inside my brain
Fuck a formal domain
Your weak attempts is so adorable mayne
And who's the dopest in the game?
That's rhetorical mayne
If you the best we gotta face
That's a historical stain
And if it ain't under the X
That shit is horrible mayne
It's finna be a Cold Summer
I'm growin up, that shit is showin
Earth is changin as we know it
Niggas run, no place to hide
Fear on they face, afraid to show it
Win the race, throw you a bone
And then erase you from the globe
It's finna be a cold summer
The world is changin nigga face it
Make that move back to the basement
Man we just now growin up
Yo that's a muthafucka ain't it?
But embrace it cause you won't get shit but
Death from your complainin
Now Stare into the eyes of perfection
My guys have grown deaf to
They lies and deception
Broke niggas fiendin for a
Dollar and they dreamin
Changin they beliefs just so they
Life'll have some meanin
I'm schemin who wit me on
This mission? Niggas get up
Anonymous, this "ceiling" shit I swear
It's all a set up
Don't let up this prophet sees
Straight through the youth's hyprocrisy
They KNOW my reach is deep
Behind the bars they plan on lockin me
I'm havin dreams where I contemplate
You can get up out this
Camp if you just concentrate
You see they took a lost soul
He ain't want shit but some glory
Now we locked in death camps in what
They used to call a quary
I dedicate my soul to God
And all who passed before me
Last Call, Bass buzzin, too loud to ignore me
Oh Yes, Woken up in a cold sweat
Just broke up with my old ex
So I wonder which ho's next
Yo, they barely wearin clothes
Think they tryna get chose? Yes
I been hearin I'm on next
But I'm tryna be known best