Which is Cool

[Intro]

I guess I'm not typical which is cool

I guess I'm not hip as you which is cool

I guess I'm not into the shit you're into which is cool

Nigga you's a bitch and your bitch a dude which is cool

[Verse 1]

I look around and all I see is fools

Some of y'all got street cred, some of y'all got pre-approved

Some of y'all got red carpet rolled out for y'all quick as you

Drop, went right from a Honda to a box 62

They dance and they ballin' and they zonin' like they Victor Cruz

Labels only care about hits and views which is cool

Not only am I the alchemist, I'm the evidence

The wicked witch is cool, the cause of her demise

Reminds me of this jet I'm in, a flyin' residence

If you don't write your own rhymes get offended this is to you and you

Listen fool no more bars for you

You can't raise the bar, you ain't in the buildin'

Matter of fact you can't even lift the stools, fool

That liquor disappear from my system like skippin' school

Me and these niggas live by the same don'ts but different do's

To get they name out they willin' to get the lube

That Balmain fit me like my religion true

Call my assistant tell him I'm slippin', I'm spittin' jewels

Somebody come out and get them like them Memphis dudes

We independent, while y'all flash bitches

We in the trenches, ball sack lickin' addiction, y'all need interventions

The gas pedal mashin' the carpet in them SL Benzes

The dash retarded like the special olympics

The needle leanin' past the finish line like Lance Armstrong

I'm exotic smellin' like your baby momma vagina, bonfire island

A Creed Avensis

I'm not a killer I'm just stricken with a sickness called homicidalitis

Flat screens surrounds me and my dubs seat up in my whip

So she can read her twitter mentions in three dimensions

It's no such thing as flossin' if you ain't never seen a dentist

But some of y'all need to take them gold slugs out of your face

Load 'em in the pistol and shoot 'em the fuck into outer space

Maybe I ain't rich as you which is cool

Maybe I ain't weird as you which is cool

Maybe it ain't a style to be lyrical

[Beat switch]

[Verse 2]

I don't give a motherfuck, I just get your mother touched

I pick my own date, pay my way, call that double dutch

I grip the ass, I dump the tip, call that shit the double clutch

Wax on, wax off, clean that ugly stubble up

Bonsai, truth is gonna un-lie at sunrise

Your makeup's running, Uber's gonna catch you when it comes by

You boys are entertainment, I understand you like the bitch

But you are pretty famous, sweater like the one Cosby

Wore at his arraignment, uh, I stay patient

Pray gracious, made milli's, while billi' racin'

Now they wanna trade places, as my ceiling raises

My prime lays dormant, they computerized, not I

See, I'm straight torrent, I clock in, write it with my pen, out my acorn

And then I clock out, and leave a black cloud on all eight corners

Started with us to hear the pop loud - Robin Harris' House Party

I bet y'all acquit it, like a child killing cop trial

All you see on the ground is an empty rock vials

Like Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson, I'm  in the Trump Tower

With this here piece manners here, Magnum condom fit, like Juelz Santana

Bandana gear, I used to need antifreeze

She about to need antifrizz, antifrizz

I'm Pac and I'm Nas when I famed danced to anti big

I'm not a star, ho, I'm on Uranus on a pantie binge

Far as are as y'all aside, from flaming all of y'all

I feel like I fathered all of your bars, like I came up in your granny's crib

The most interesting man, on the god damn planet

Beef is having a nigga's bitch, fix me some god damn salmon

Beef is trying a nigga's clothes on, when he ain't home

Beef is your wife, when kids at school, texting me "They're gone"

I just took a dip in your swimming pool, which is cool

I think, you need to find some more comfortable slipper shoes, which is cool