Cole Summer (Prod. By J. Cole)

This right here is not a preview

I need to let it go, yeah

Now this right here is not a preview

Of what the album goin' to bring you, or nothing like that

Sharing things I think quietly, with those that admire me

Remember MTV Diaries? This something like that

I wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you

Cookin' beats hoping' to reach like each one you

When I release, trust if you feel like my shit is weak

When you see me on the street, then speak, I refund you

This sample was yellin' "loop me!", Ms. Hill please don't sue me

Cause I ain't one of these rappers out here frontin' like he got it, nigga

I ain't fuckin' got it, nigga...

Throwing thousands in the strip club with Drizzy

Difference is I'm throwing four, he's throwing fifty

Lord, forgive me

Bitches saying: "You a rapper nigga, ain't you s'pose to tip more?"

I don't see no pussy, baby, ain't you s'pose to strip more?

Confessions of a cheap-ass nigga

But I finally put my Momma in that E class, nigga

And I told her quit her job, but hold your horses

If my next album flops it's back to the post office, both of us, shit

They're saying that's a real possibility

The thought alone is killing me

I think I need to let it go

I need to let it go

I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go

I think I need to let it go

Cause nothing even matters...

Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes again

Them 90s niggas raped the game

And left us with a battered and bruised bitch, with a few kids

The pussy loose, but the truth is I love her, though

She ain't perfect, but who is?

Hoes saying "Cole, you is" don't be silly, ma

Cause really I am just a born sinner the opposite of a winner

Cole summer, I predict another winter

Cause I'm finta, drop knowledge like a five percenter

Fuck the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God sent ya

Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas went to

College on scholarship met 'pac and said "I'm down with ya!"

And when they wasn't writing rhymes they fucking lined sisters

Puffin' on swishers, what's up Milan?

Everytime I drop I get the net poppin' like Lebron swishes

Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my Mom's wishes

When I let go this how my mind switches

No looking back, don't even want to see my prom pictures

Pardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm long winded

Let me switch it now, back to Hell's kitchen now

Up in Hova office like he the fucking principal

Put me in with Stargate, that shit was like detention now

Just tellin' my story so dissin' ain't my intention now

Drop a couple hits and all the dumbies pay attention now

A shame when you learn the ins and outs of the game

And reminisce on little Jermaine in the south

Rappin' out loud, with all the niggas that's cool to you

Just to realize that all them niggas was foolin' you

And they ain't who they said they were

Talk about the streets, but nigga that ain't really where they were

Acting just like there they were, but who am I to judge?

That's neither here or there

Just know I know, my nigga, I just like being aware

If i had one wish, I would fuck Tia and Tamera, at the same time

And put name tags on they titties so I don’t get they name wrong

Screamin' "Game on"

Like Wayne's World, that just came on

I'm rambling now

5 days to finish the album, I'm scramblin' now

Took a break from sampling now

Just to say a few words to this bitch named Summer

June will make four years since I gave you my number

"The Warm Up" dropped, I got hot, you called it a classic

And Jay dropped "Autotune", you wanted him back, shit

Play my position, the whole while still wishin'

A year later Drake put his key in your ignition

And I told my fellas,

I dropped "Friday Night Lights" in the winter just to make her jealous

Wanted to drop the album in the summer

But the label didn't think that they could sell it

Recoup the first week, I think it ain't shit they can tell us

Do you agree?

It's been a long time coming this thing between you and me

I can't let it go

June 25th. Born Sinner. Bitch