Cool X 2
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
Cool time two, you can't compute
I'm the truth, So what are you
I'm the best, no dispute, I attest the doubt become my fuel
Skip in the lane, can't contain, hit yo main bringin heat no Kane
Don't entertain, I refrain, from the drama
Focused on a come up, She want the pipe ima plumber
Ballin every summer so no time for the slumber
I'm like why these niggas hate for
You was slacking I was grindin no skateboard
I was impatient God told me I gotta wait more
Cool times two take that amount times eight more
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
N-Y-C pride, they stealin wave, I send a tide
You rappers runnin circles on them wack ass tracks
But no track, I extract the competition annihilate in exhibition
Got my fruitions becoming vivid
Sick of all the wishing, gotta make it happen
With these lyrical contraptions
Imagined it, then ran with it, create the flow and patent it
Kill every chance I get, like fuck load management
I'm too smooth, I'm too smooth
I'm too smooth, can not lose
I'm too smooth, I'm too smooth
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
Cool time two, you can't compute
I'm the truth, So what are you
I'm the best, no dispute, I attest the doubt become my fuel
Skip in the lane, can't contain, hit yo main bringin heat no Kane
Don't entertain, I refrain, from the drama
Focused on a come up, She want the pipe ima plumber
Ballin every summer so no time for the slumber
I'm like why these niggas hate for
You was slacking I was grindin no skateboard
I was impatient God told me I gotta wait more
Cool times two take that amount times eight more
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
N-Y-C pride, they stealin wave, I send a tide
You rappers runnin circles on them wack ass tracks
But no track, I extract the competition annihilate in exhibition
Got my fruitions becoming vivid
Sick of all the wishing, gotta make it happen
With these lyrical contraptions
Imagined it, then ran with it, create the flow and patent it
Kill every chance I get, like fuck load management
I'm too smooth, I'm too smooth
I'm too smooth, can not lose
I'm too smooth, I'm too smooth
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
I'm too smooth, can not lose
She play my flute, cool times two
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Writer(s): Malachi Fauntleroy
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