| My city got more murders than yours
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| My hood got more killers than you
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| My block got more drug dealers than you
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| And it’s the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool!
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| They’re telling on their cell, look at the Instagram pictures
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| Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
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| Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
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| And it’s the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool!
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| We salute the drug dealers but look down on drug users
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| When both are the problem, that’s no hope for the future
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| We’re bragging incarceration, like that deserves congratulations
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| We have welcome home parties, but neglect those that are graduating!
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| We drink poison, smoke death, snore lethal, shoot evil
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| Fabricate about our wealth, and willing to die for their people
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| Fake love for fake thugs. |
| one should…
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| And as soon as we lose a loved one we just add them to our swears like:
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| «Swear on lil G, no! |
| Swear on baby T
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| But I swear these swears really don’t mean anything!»
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| It’s an escape from the lies and the harsh realities
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| And a constant reminder about the constant casualties
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| See, we claim to be brothers, but we kill one another
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| Can’t love that child when child don’t love that mother!
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| Can’t love that son, when son don’t love that father
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| Ain’t nobody listening, man, why should I even bother?
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| I was watching world star the other day seen a two year old that smoke
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| In my city the other day, a two year old got smoked!
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| Black people praised the preacher like Roman Catholics praise the Pope
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| Church house or crack house with chapel one gives you hope!
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| Obama won again so now they are saying two terms
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| But as long as we ear the two chains, no one really has concerns
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| That’s no distant city, that’s my brother one fifty
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| Just a mentality and the youth is all bad in my city!
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| Hurts my heart to see the news, as the people we’re confused
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| As a man loses wife, waiting in line for some shoes
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| Like a hundred and fifty dollars is life valued like
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| Twenty five to life for some…
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| And it’s hard in the ghetto, man the light it’s not smooth
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| But leave it after us, you will think this life’s cool like:
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| Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
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| Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor!
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| They say… fell off, bring back the yellow bus
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| I say OK, I’mma bring back promotion of the drugs
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| The death and the violence, the bullets and the guns
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| The misguided message, the waste of righteous tongue
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| The fuck tomorrow attitude, the malice and the ruin
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| Then what am I doing? |
| Just wasting my influence!
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| The care free, twenty three, young fly me
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| I’m cool, thanks to my daughter, Liberty
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| My city got more murders than yours
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| My hood got more killers than you
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| My block got more drug dealers than you
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| And it’s the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool!
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| They’re telling on their cell, look at the Instagram pictures
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| Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
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| Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
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| And it’s the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is What's Cool?, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Album song I Found My Backpack 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп