Cooler

[Produced by Ka$h] [Verse 1] Ride to the sunset, they ain’t beat me to the punch yet I send new music like drunk texts, then forget I made ‘em like drunk bets My momma friends be like “girl, your son blessed” They like “’Q whatchu doin?” I’m having fun, yes I slept less but them nights out was much needed Ain’t it funny how you suck and I succeeded? I left home like cut leases Just to make a statement still writin’ a tough thesis Young genius, down to Earth but what I’m swingin’ is striking Venus I wanna touch a couple mil before I touch Jesus And that’s real, tell me how I should feel Cool chick, cool spot, where better for us to chill huh? You still can’t believe it’s all real huh? Have a drink, hope it don’t spill ma Enjoy yourself [Hook] Seems like every place I been I done seen so many things But nothin’ seems to be the same I’m right where I wanna be This is perfect for my day, to make me just feel this way I’m prolly cooler than I need to be, I’m prolly cooler than I need to be I’m prolly cooler than I need to be, I’m prolly cooler than I need to be [Verse 2] What kinda mood you in? Party to throw A few gon’ slide that’s bringing molly to blow I be gnarly fo sho, fly as Marty could go They be all in attendance, never tardy before, oh Fake folk tryna sneak by me I’m backfloating no beach by me Name come up, bout Quentin they speak highly Woodstock can’t peace by me Tire burn when the street open Ask me how I got it I just tell ‘em it's East Oakland Wanna catch up, boi? Keep hopin’ I run shit like my feet swollen And that’s real, tell me how I should feel Cool chick, cool spot, where better for us to chill huh? You still can’t believe it’s all real huh? Have a drink, hope it don’t spill ma Enjoy yourself [Hook] [Verse 3] It was all so simple then Check it, beat blastin’, they like, “aww, he rappin’” A minute later they like “aww, he snappin’” Makin’ music they head lose it complete madness Partners turn to pedestrians I just keep passin’ And I keep asking like kids in a toy store Still waiting for my answer it’s probly behind this door that I been Tryna open, I’m just hopin’ my key’ll work My talent like a UFO, wonder who gon’ see it first I’m on a bubble waiting for my dream to burst Even though you didn’t I knew that this thing would work Been bullshitting I need to check on my granny more There for me no matter what, that’s what I got family for Thinkin’ more than usual now, every day is crucial now I’m just tryna fly my nigga, why you tryna shoot me down? Still fuckin with my niggas, all the ones I grew up ‘round You don’t like me I don’t like you, at least you know it’s mutual now Sad to say, where I’m from, a human life ain’t shit to us Fuck the legs you on my nigga, every day’s a cliff to us Hard for me to pick and trust, hoes be tryna get to us If Rosa couldn’t fuck would make you think you get to sit with us? Long day, hours slip away come take a trip with us Hit the lights, press record another magic trick to us Hate it when I start complain’ trippin bout the storm I’m in Got a call lost for words, I guess I’m losin’ more than friends Never did I know my way, I just had to trust the map Now I can’t trust TV, reality, fuck is that? Talkin to a friend still tryna cope with a brother’s death Pretty smile, happy girl, because he gone and up and left Nothin’ left, prayin’ that her pain’ll soon come to rest My nigga smoke a pound a month, he tired of this fuckin stress Free my nigga Rojo, he dealin’ with a buncha mess Now I’m pickin’ up like wind, life is just a summer dress Had to get this off my chest, talkin’ on some urgent shit I ain’t actin’ funny baby, really I’m just swervin’ bitch On 5-9 that’s word to Tick, back playin on Saturdays Smooth off the endo, I’m Del Lindo as Satchel Paige This little light of mine is glowin’ ain’t it? All of the people talkin’ to me ain’t speakin my language Bottoms up, hors d’oeuvre with a olive cup 305 me and four women havin’ a tropic brunch Hittin’ ‘em like antlers, haters wanna stop and hunt Winter time I’m flyin south, you out with a flock of ducks My partna say he wanna move but he ain’t got nowhere to go I told that nigga, I ain’t got no job but I’m still chasin’ dough I’m being honest, no comic but still flip made it Everywhere I go I see temptation a bitch ain’t it? Everywhere I go I see temptation a bitch ain’t it? It was all so simple then Let the record play, let the record play Let the record play, let the record play Just let the record play It was all so simple then Rated Oakland