The Cool Kid - Stro

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

I used to want to be one of the cool kids

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

I used to want to be one of the cool kids

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

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?

I used to want to be one of the cool kids

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

I used to want to be one of the cool kids

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

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

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

Fuck bitches (Uh), get money (Uh)

Fuck bitches (What? Uh), get money (Uh)

Fuck bitches (Yeah), get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches (Uh), get money (Uh)

Fuck bitches (What? Uh), get money (Uh)

Fuck bitches (Uh, yeah), get money

Fuck bitches, get money