The Cool Kid

[Verse]
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Walk around with new shoes
Bag all the chicks in school kids
Smoke reef have beef keep a tool kid
But i was so far from that I was too drid
We all living in the hood
Its feeling like I'm the brokest
Relate to the conversations
Till they ask bout where the dope is
Not only am i hopeless I'm hoeless
I never told a soul about emotions I wrote it
Maybe I'm too focused
Loving bitches niggas was dubbing
Never cuffing
Sitting in class while they was cutting
My mind racing
Missing from the littest occasions
Prize got my eyes like a Asians
Lecturing my niggas like a caucasian
Knowing that its more to see
Block had squat to offer me
Cats laughing dying and dying
At little Brian being Brian

[Hook]
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

[Verse]
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Now I am one
Really got plans now I don't gotta pretend son
I make rap heaters
A young black leader
The OG's Sigh of relief teens teacher
Teachers go from urging your parents to beat you
Now they want you to speak up to kids in the bleachers
Tell em how to defeat the
Devils
And how it all starts on a educational level
So now I look up
And try to speak of something positive
Like why to live and
Apply for them colleges
Look around its a lot of kids
But they dont rock with this
They want to know how much my folllows is
I seen niggas in schools trying to preach they story
When the message arrives I'm asleep they bore me
These young'uns want more
Want flow
Want dough
Want blow
You ask how I know

[Hook]
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

[Bridge]
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that

I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that

[Verse]
I Used To want to be one of the cool kids
Now all the ones that i know is dead
If not physically then in the head
Searching for bread
Still getting into drama
Tucked in they bomber
Smith & Wesson's stressing they mama
Working a 9 to 5 but they slackin'
Clothes is mismatching
They trying to fit in with the latest fashion
Friends that used to set trends
Now big followers
Shawtys that could of been ladies
Dick swallowers
Brutal I know
Its crazy how life go
They tellin' everybody in boyz n girls high be like Stro
Like who
Oh he went here I ain't even notice
I never see Stro in the hood this nigga bogus
When I was stuck in the hood nobody cared about me
Now they question my existence every time they hear about me
But life got its perks
Nah I'm not popular but my momma ain't gotta work

[Outro}
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money