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 muf*cka
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
2.0 featuring Young Noah - Cold Summer Lyrics
2.0 featuring Young Noah - Cold Summer Lyrics
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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 muf*cka
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
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 muf*cka
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
Writer: Hector Berrios, Victor Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: 2.0 featuring Young Noah
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Hector Berrios, Victor Rivera