C.A.N

[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!"