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[Intro: William Aston] "People talk bad about hip-hop now, you know They say it's kinda went to a certain kinda party thing and all this kinda stuff But what people fail to realize, I mean, it started in party Mm-hmm I mean, it was never like, you know, you gotta be a conscious rapper and all this kinda stuff Mm-hmm So I think, uh, there's been a misconception about what hip-hop really is And I think people kinda putting their own kinda definition on it has kinda messed it up in a way Okay You know, hip-hop ain't being super conscious and talking about, you know, black power all the time, or it, it ain't, you know- ... talking about, you know, being a gangster all the time or it ain't talking about partying all the time It's all of that.." Uh-huh Yeah Yeah Steaktown, real Steaktown Let's do it [Verse 1: William Aston] Okay One time for my real niggas, two times for that fake shit Made it a long way from sneaking bitches in my basement (William Aston) Still looking like the replacement Tell me who took my place and I'ma make 'em eat the pavement Top five in your top 10, I got a new car that I can fly in Got new clothes I look fly in What the fuck you be buying? I took your girlfriend, she took my drawers off My dick hard, her mouth soft My dick full of her lip gloss Damn, and that's your bitch, dog I know it's late and I took all year But you can stop complaining 'cause it's finally here Wristwear plastic, now it's finally clear Want a model bad bitch and she finally appeared (Aye) [Chorus: William Aston] Cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, I'm a cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, I'm a cool ass nigga [Verse 2: William Aston] Uh, I'm a creative player, attributes all 99 Niggas say I'm cheating, shit, I'm thinking that I'm fine I think they just mad 'cause I do it so effortlessly I tell them, "You can hate, but your girlfriend messing with me" You gonna say I'm ass and she gonna say I'm cute I did it Biggie style when I fucked her in the booth I do it Jigga style, throwing money off the roof Oh, I do it 50 style, say my squad and they salute Vert, tell these pussy-ass niggas I'm the truth [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Aston, you the truth, but when it comes to me, I'm the type to wear MCM and True With Fendi boots, Ferrari coupes, Ralph Lauren suits My steez will demolish you The party proves that Margiela and Rick Owens, my bitch shop on carbon loop Got Givenchy scars with the carbon flukes I rock Y-3 with no ID and your main bitch said I'm the truth And I fuck cunts from like '92 Got snapbacks from like '92 Got bitches work at Onyx too It's Steaktown, that's all the crew [Chorus: William Aston] I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, I'm a cool ass nigga I'm a cool ass nigga, I'm a cool ass nigga [Outro: William Aston] Aye Maybe 'cause I'm a cool-ass nigga, I be fucking all these bad hoes Or maybe 'cause I'm a cool-ass nigga, I be wearing all these rad clothes Huh Yeah, I say rad, uh, uh, uh, cool ass nigga Uh, uh, cool ass nigga "The inbounds pass comes into Jordan Here's Michael at the foul line.. A shot on Ehlo Good The Bulls win They win it!"