We Still Cool
School, is wack! Ain’t no money in it!
I’ma leave that school and that block
I’ma stand on this corner.
In my fitted and with my glock.
It ain’t just me, my dudes with me too.
Bad boys, but, We still cool.
Shoot, man, I have swag.
I’m gangsta, look at me, dude!
Why should I aspire to be better?
This is what women like
And this much, I know, it’s true.
I have a son here, a daughter there
But their moms chasing my pockets.
Man, these broads are rude!
Forget them and their kids
My main family, is my crew.
They run with me, they left
Out from that same school.
We probably don’t have an ounce
Of wisdom, I’m sure you think we’re fools.
Don’t matter who you look at us, Cop.
We ain’t never gonna accept the rules!
You can put us in jail, or kill us.
And guess what? We still cool…
