Stro The Cool Kid
[Intro]
Oh, cool
[Verse 1]
Uh, I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Walk around with new shoes, bag all the chicks in school kids
Smoke reef, have beef, keep a tool kid
But I was so far from that, I was too drid
We all livin' in the hood, it's feelin' like I'm the brokest
Relate to the conversations 'til they ask me where the dope is
Not only am I hopeless, I'm hoeless
I never told a soul about emotions, I wrote it
Maybe I'm too focused
Lovin' bitches, niggas was dubbin'
Never cuffin', sittin' in class while they was cuttin'
My mind racin', missin' from the littest occasions
Prize got my eyes like a Asians
Lecturin' my niggas like a Caucasian
Knowin' that it's more to see, block had squat to offer me
Cats laughin', dyin' and dyin' at little Brian bein' Brian
[Hook]
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
[Verse 2]
Uh, I used to want to be one of the cool kids
Now I am one
Really got plans now, I don't gotta pretend son
I make rap heaters, a young black leader
The OG's sigh of relief, teens teacher
Teachers go from urgin' your parents to beat ya
Now they want you to speak up to the kids in the bleachers
Tell 'em how to defeat the devils
And how it all starts on a educational level
So now I look up and try to speak of somethin' positive
Like why to live and apply for them colleges
Look around and it's a lot of kids
But they don't rock with this
They wanna know how much my follows is
I seen niggas in schools tryna preach they story
When the message arrives, I'm asleep, they bore me
These youngins want more
Want flow, want dough, want blow
You ask how I know?
[Hook]
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
I used to want to be one of the cool kids
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches, get money
[Bridge]
Yeah, uh, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that? Yeah, I'm cool like that
Cool like that, cool like that
Cool like that? One more time
I said I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that? Yeah, I'm cool like that
Cool like that, cool like that, yeah, uh
[Verse 3]
I used to wanna be one of the cool kids
Now all the ones that I know is dead
If not physically, then in the head
Searchin' for bread, still gettin' into drama
Tucked in they bomber, Smith & Wesson's stressin' they mama
Workin' a 9 to 5, but they slackin'
Clothes is mismatchin', they tryna fit in with the latest fashion
Friends that used to set trends, now big followers
Shawties that could of been ladies, dick swallowers
Brutal I know, it's crazy how life go
They tellin' everybody in boy's and girl's high be like Stro
Like, "Who?
Oh, he went here? I ain't even notice
I never see Stro in the hood, this nigga bogus"
When I was stuck in the hood, nobody cared about me
Now they question my existence every time they hear about me
But life got it's perks
Nah I'm not popular, but my mama ain't gotta work
[Outro]
f..ck bitches (Uh), get money (Uh)
f..ck bitches (What? Uh), get money (Uh)
f..ck bitches (Yeah), get money
f..ck bitches, get money
f..ck bitches (Uh), get money (Uh)
f..ck bitches (What? Uh), get money (Uh)
f..ck bitches (Uh, yeah), get money
f..ck bitches, get money
