Art Morera - Cold Day In Kendall Lyrics

Come on
I said come on
I said come on, look

No time for any snakes out of Kendall
One time for Hialeah residentials
Two times was the amount of attempts it took for Sauce Kingz
In my comment section to spell "You"
You got an answer for me, that's questionable
You a business owner, be professional
Kendall bout to take another L, thought I'd let you know
There's still a blank page in my Death Note
Screenshots turning into mean thoughts
Needs a lil beef stock, that was weak sauce
The string you're hanging on could get your teeth flossed
This a classic like black leather Reeboks
Put a bounty on my head if it's your quick picker-upper
Y'all some Ken dolls, taking selfies with your lips puckered
On another note, no Doppler I could be more popular, but unlike you, I'm not a dick sucker
Leave family out in case someone has a sick mother
Might be older than me, but I'm your big brother
Heads hate knowing they were never discovered
I don't smell what you're cooking by the rock I live under
There's a chance I'm mistakin'
If you're the guy I think you are, when I was with Drink Champs you were pasting
Your brand over the label of another hot sauce trying to act like you made it
Let that marinate a bit
And if so, Rudy, that is a plagiarist
Yeah, the middle-aged man in an apron
Where you think I am, in the basement?
I'm outside too, check the weather cause damn, I'ma reign again

Hey Siri, what's the temperature like
Cold day in Kendall
Wait, one more time, I'm sorry, I was making this instrumental
Very, very cold day in Kendall
Okay, I'll be gentle

Patience, homie, it's a slow grind
Maybe you're just a legend in your own mind
How you reppin' Dade waiting for a co-sign?
That's why no one from the scene made it out the 305
No lie, Kendall looking like Palestine
The hell, Art we're supposed to be allies
Had to take a leap, like Jordan with the foul lines
Then give you props just to keep your morale high
This ain't Hialeah vs. Kendall, look around
This me vs. the fact y'all okay with putting out all this wack shit
Trying to put the city on the atlas when actually you're talking with your foot in your mouth
Rapping to your phones looking amateur
Thank God I did a lot of camera work
I am a nerd, what you know about the aperture
Nah, what you know about drawing lines on a paper to make a calendar
With a bunch of little plans on the side
God willing, waiting for the day when you can get back to work
Who's the king? I'm Arthur with Excalibur
Think Kendall is in need of a talent search
King Sauce there's a feature on your phone called Spellcheck
I make cash, can you even spell check
It should already be enabled when you write an email and shit
You're like, where's the asterisk? And what the hell is it
Another verse heating up the thermometer
Why is Kendall taking so long to respond with a song good enough?
What's wrong
Is it stuck in traffic? There's a rapper with the word as a moniker
And by the way, DUIvan
With a name like that, I better not see you driving
All I'm saying is I really hope you keep your license
Cause opening for ¡Mayday! had steep prices
Don't depend on anyone to bring your dream to life
This game is a gamble, you need your own dice
I'm not in a position to give any advice
Just another night in the city of vice
Miami need to stick together
Whoever writing for me, you're taking forever
If it's already recorded, you must've gotten
Rene on the line so he can mix your record
But it's okay, I got time

Damn
Cold Day in Kendall
I had no idea
I'm over here
Hey Siri, where was I when I decided to become the greatest rapper alive
Hialeah