Cold Heart Hot Summer
I wake up
Look in the mirror
Bitch I see a demon
You don't want no smoke with me
I like my ribs with extra seasoning
Raining bullets like it's pepper
Don't let a nigga catch you sneezing
Grew up in the Chicago
You can't tell me what is fucking freezing
Cold at night my gun will light the sky up like it's evening
Family full of mobsters we be havin evil villain meetings
I got licked for 15 bands so I'll take 15 men
He don't got no family?
That's all good we'll just go take his friends
We don't forgive we don't forget and we not giving up
I can't sleep in peace at night unless the homies coming up
Rappers better make some space cause Haji Conda running up
She liking all the clout I'm getting now she wanna have my nut
I only her throat her baby daddy can keep her butt
Put yo money in the bag this Glock will answer ifs and buts
Bitch I'm gremlin I take what I want then I'm outta there
Nigga feel like Deadshot you talk some shit then bitch you outta here
I feel like Benny
I'm not a butcher
But I'm the master chef
Perfection in the recipe
My plans will never take me left
No one can stop me
Look around there ain't nobody left
Catch me at Grammys piss on my cup after I commit a theft
My body present but my mind is always in the future
Mom mistook it for the clouds
So now shell watch me fly away,
Ahead of Father Time so Mother Nature keep on dissing me
The universe is in my hands but I can't take the pain away
Look in the mirror
Bitch I see a demon
You don't want no smoke with me
I like my ribs with extra seasoning
Raining bullets like it's pepper
Don't let a nigga catch you sneezing
Grew up in the Chicago
You can't tell me what is fucking freezing
Cold at night my gun will light the sky up like it's evening
Family full of mobsters we be havin evil villain meetings
I got licked for 15 bands so I'll take 15 men
He don't got no family?
That's all good we'll just go take his friends
We don't forgive we don't forget and we not giving up
I can't sleep in peace at night unless the homies coming up
Rappers better make some space cause Haji Conda running up
She liking all the clout I'm getting now she wanna have my nut
I only her throat her baby daddy can keep her butt
Put yo money in the bag this Glock will answer ifs and buts
Bitch I'm gremlin I take what I want then I'm outta there
Nigga feel like Deadshot you talk some shit then bitch you outta here
I feel like Benny
I'm not a butcher
But I'm the master chef
Perfection in the recipe
My plans will never take me left
No one can stop me
Look around there ain't nobody left
Catch me at Grammys piss on my cup after I commit a theft
My body present but my mind is always in the future
Mom mistook it for the clouds
So now shell watch me fly away,
Ahead of Father Time so Mother Nature keep on dissing me
The universe is in my hands but I can't take the pain away
Credits
Writer(s): Haji Conda
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