This Is What’s Cool?

Lyrics

[Intro] It's the orchestra [Hook] My city got more murders than yours My hood got more killers than you My block got more drug dealers than you And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! [Verse 1] We salute the drug dealers but look down on drug users When both are the problem, there's no hope for the future We brag of incarceration, like that deserves congratulations We have welcome home parties, but neglect those that's graduating! We drink poison, smoke death, snort ether, shoot evil Fabricate about our wealth, and willing to die for dead people Fake love for fake thugs, shiesty ones should beware As soon as we lose a loved one we just add em to our swears like: "Swear on Lil J, nah! Swear on Baby T" But I swear that these swears really don't mean anything! Just an escape from the lies and the harsh realities And a constant reminder about the constant casualties See, we claim to be brothers, but'll kill one another Can't love thy child when child don't love thy mother! Can't love thy son, when son don't love thy father Ain't nobody listening, man, why should I even bother? [Hook] My city got more murders than yours My hood got more killers than you My block got more drug dealers than you And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! [Verse 2] Was watching Worldstar the other day, seen a two year old that smoked In my city the other day, a two year old got smoked Black people praise the preacher like Roman Catholics praise the Pope Church house or crack house, whichever one gives you hope Obama won again so now they saying two terms But as long as we earn for 2 Chainz, no one really has concerns That's no diss to Tity, that's my brother one fifty Just the mentality of the youth is all bad in my city Hurts my heart to see the news, as a people we confused How does a man lose his life waiting in line for some shoes? Like a hundred and fifty dollars is life's value Like twenty five to life for some Nikes is now cool! Man it's hard in the ghetto, man this life's not smooth But leave it up to us, you'll think this life's cool like: Niggas getting high, blowing weed in a swisher Sipping on syrup, getting drunk off liquor [Hook] My city got more murders than yours My hood got more killers than you My block got more drug dealers than you And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! [Verse 3] They say "Fab you fell off, bring back the yellow bus" I say OK, I'mma bring back promotion of the drugs The death and the violence, the bullets and the guns The misguided message, the waste of righteous tongue The fuck tomorrow attitude, the malice and the ruin The what am I doing? Just wasting my influence! The care free, twenty three, young fly me Nah I'm cool, thanks to my daughter, Liberty [Hook] My city got more murders than yours My hood got more killers than you My block got more drug dealers than you And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool! They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!