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[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 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 [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 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 [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] 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