Coolin' with the Lowly (feat. James Jemeil & Eddie Tate)

Its the Trice and Rice show up on these bitch niggas!
Bitches get they iPhones, take some pics, with us
Niggas want our autographs but I got six, minutes
Till we on the stage gettin' paid, then we just, chillin'

Its the Trice and Rice show up on these bitch niggas!
Bitches get they iPhones, take some pics, with us
Niggas want our autographs but I got six, minutes
Till we on the stage gettin' paid, then we just, chillin'

It's Mr. Cool, Calm and Collective
A little drink to get my buzz light years ahead of ya
With stories that toy with the glory, of my unprecedented repertoire
Better watch who you steppin towards
Even though I'm always, coolin coolin and I'm acting lowly
Don't mean that I won't start, foolin foolin when I'm the with homies
Especially when they roll tree and I'm sipping on some O.E
In the cut before they start sewing stay low key, just like a cloaked Shinobi
Bad mamacita that I'm chilling with, now that's cryogenics
I'm tryna learn her biophysics, if she with it then you know I'm with it
We still kick it like Chun Li, while she rollin that Blanka
I'm mellowed out from the smell of that ganja and struggling just to think proper
It's fairly odd how I'm coolin', in the cosmo my mind wanders
Won't be bothered with pettiness, no need for that extra shit
Coolin' with my amigos, listening to some beats
Done turned us from extra ordinary to extraordinary people
I'm coolin

You know me, and my homies
When I make it we gon' make it as a whole team
Remember when we used to be so OC?
But now we grown, drinking, coolin', staying lowly

Smokin' weed don't care about no police
We fellowship then pray up to the holy
Forgiveness for me sinning, that's the old me
Nowadays catch me coolin' with the lowly

I ain't got shit to smoke so I'm hitting these roaches
Bumpin' that Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik to cruise with
Hoping this humble shit don't become a nuisance, I know I'm better, but just keep cool
I'ma devil shooter, knock the one of shoulder, I'm praying now that you make better movements
Or better choices, the one choose make me meta morph into an animal
I'm gulfing all of the starters J they need better sports, fuck with me they gon' get they ass handed to
My feedback is they still wack, they just know some plugs
And I don't even need features, niggas like me just showin' love!
So my fault! These pretty bitches give compliments it's my confidence
Contemplating the stakes on my plate mixed in with condiments
The golden child needs condoms, I fuck 'em up with this rhyming shit
Surprisingly, it sounds like I'm gloating hard with my honesty
Mama please, promise you I'll stay true until they know me
Stay out the news, won't ever lose, won't act a fool, might steal a Rollie
The art of the peer pressure, I just might pull a tooly with my homies
And if I ain't gettin' some head, I'm smokin', coolin' with the lowly!
You know I'm Playaa

You know me, and my homies
When I make it we gon' make it as a whole team
Remember when we used to be so OC?
Now we grown, drinking, coolin', staying lowly

Smokin' weed don't care about no police
We fellowship then pray up to the holy
Forgiveness for me sinning, that's the old me
Nowadays catch me coolin' with the lowly

You know me, and my homies
When I make it we gon' make it as a whole team
Remember when we used to be so OC?
Now we grown, drinking, coolin', staying lowly

Smokin' weed don't care about no police
We fellowship then pray up to the holy
Forgiveness for me sinning, that's the old me
Nowadays catch me coolin' with the lowly

Its the Trice and Rice show up on these bitch niggas!
Bitches get they iPhones, take some pics, with us
Niggas want our autographs but I got six, minutes
Till we on the stage gettin' paid, then we just, chillin'

Its the Trice and Rice show up on these bitch niggas!
Bitches get they iPhones, take some pics, with us
Niggas want our autographs but I got six, minutes
I.A.M.R.A.P. nigga



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Writer(s): James Rice
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