[{"id":5025585,"name":"Cold Summer (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Mac Miller, Kevin Gates & Rell)","trackName":"Cold Summer (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Mac Miller, Kevin Gates & Rell)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Cold Summer (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Mac Miller, Kevin Gates & Rell)","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In here with the legendary DJ Kay Slay\n\nGotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\nAll my gangstas understand\n\nFuckin' up the premises, I been a dick\nAin't beneficial, I'm 'bout to issue your nemesis\nEvacuate the buildin' when I come through\nEvaluate your feelin's when I come through\nTire marks and gun smoke stories\nOGs reminisce and show glory\nShe said, \"Nigga I'm hopin' you make a way out\nBefore I make this Mac-11 do it for me\"\nI know responsibility weighin' down on my shoulders\nSummertime always the coldest\nNiggas do you dirty like the projects\nTwenty-five? 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motherfucker\n start_ms: 230790\n end_ms: 233850\n- text: Trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n start_ms: 233850\n end_ms: 236680\n- text: All my gangstas understand\n start_ms: 236680\n end_ms: 239290\n- text: Another day, different time\n start_ms: 239290\n end_ms: 242350\n- text: But the same old story's told\n start_ms: 242350\n end_ms: 245240\n- text: Even when it's warm outside\n start_ms: 245240\n end_ms: 248040\n- text: These streets can get so cold\n start_ms: 248040\n end_ms: 250340\n- text: Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love\n start_ms: 250340\n end_ms: 253240\n- text: And that ain't gon' never change\n start_ms: 253240\n end_ms: 256080\n- text: Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n start_ms: 256080\n end_ms: 259540\n- text: All my gangstas understand\n start_ms: 259540\n end_ms: 261610\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 261610\nplain: |-\n In here with the legendary DJ Kay Slay\n\n Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n All my gangstas understand\n\n Fuckin' up the premises, I been a dick\n Ain't beneficial, I'm 'bout to issue your nemesis\n Evacuate the buildin' when I come through\n Evaluate your feelin's when I come through\n Tire marks and gun smoke stories\n OGs reminisce and show glory\n She said, \"Nigga I'm hopin' you make a way out\n Before I make this Mac-11 do it for me\"\n I know responsibility weighin' down on my shoulders\n Summertime always the coldest\n Niggas do you dirty like the projects\n Twenty-five? Then you are the oldest\n This is the feelin' you get when you ride\n Till the wheels fall off and there's no mo' drive\n I see the fear when I look in your eyes\n Should execute or x out and expire\n\n Another day (yeah,) different time (yeah)\n But the same old story's told\n Even when it's warm outside\n These streets can get so cold\n Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love\n And that ain't gon' never change\n Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n All my gangstas understand\n\n Champagne liquor, pair of Bape slippers\n Blue collar for the dollar, I'm in Pittsburgh\n Young Mac with rings, bitch, I'm Derek Fisher\n Ballin' super hard, you can smell the swisher\n 'S no one I met workin' hard as I do\n It's like I never even made a fucking dollar\n I'm a genius though, you can check my IQ\n Y'all lookin' stupid when you pop your fucking collar\n Take a breath, make a toast\n I seen the Devil tryna take my soul\n But he ain't gon' touch what he can't control\n This some food for thought, you can get a plate to go\n Me and Kendrick on a track, man, that's bad news\n For all you rappers who be talkin' shit to act a fool\n Givin' bitches a \"D\" like we was back at school\n But that's only if they got that bad attitude\n\n Another day (yeah,) different time (yeah)\n But the same old story's told\n Even when it's warm outside\n These streets can get so cold\n Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love\n And that ain't gon' never change\n Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n All my gangstas understand\n\n Kept it street with you has beens, they just entertainers\n Yet they're going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors\n Talk behind your back by telling women that they made ya\n Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles\n Go to whippin' throttle, bending corners in the bottom\n Did it like he's TIP, pull a click, then recline 'em\n Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas\n GRR like Eminem bitch I ain't never knew my mama\n Changed on the 1st, born father wasn't shit\n Sayin' everytime she gaze at me all she see is dis\n A nigga on his dick scared to help with the rent (why?)\n Said she love me, I don't ever get the nerve to tell her shit\n Cryin' on the inside, lookin' through the fence\n Looking up to ballers, often time I reminisce\n Prayin' to the stars, I go hard with the bricks\n Flip 'em 1 to 2, pass 'em the rock, make an assist (score)\n Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don't miss\n Kill 'em bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent\n Bitch you say you love to suck another nigga dick kept it real\n Get the money, ain't no sense in actin' funny\n Did a bid, came home then made her fuck him in front me\n Back to back, cold-heart makin' all assumptions\n Now we goin' far but you came back from travelin' outta states\n While you other bitches hate back in the country\n Record deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me\n And this WCW, Love to cheat on her husband\n She from Colorado, she die with niggas who thuggin'\n While her fake was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty\n Ball players runnin' trains on her and her buddies\n Picture get depicted you hated me over nothin', motherfucker\n\n Trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n All my gangstas understand\n Another day, different time\n But the same old story's told\n Even when it's warm outside\n These streets can get so cold\n Gotta love the game 'cause ain't no love\n And that ain't gon' never change\n Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain't no trust\n All my gangstas understand\n"}]