Cool Kid

What do you not understand
I don't like to bullshit
Hundreds in a rubber band
I'm finally the cool kid
Now I got the upper hand
I got strings I'm pulling
Ohio, that's the motherland
In the O we cooling
In the O we cooling
In the O we cooling
In the O and we cooling
In the O we cooling

I'm the light in my home Darke County
Please just stay from round me
Reup got me bounding
I'm only going up
I'm way better than you found me
Stuck in the sand
And I feel like I'm drowning
All the sneak shit I peeped it
Go and twist my words around
It's sounding like a remix
Fuck the free shit
You can keep it
I'm not a father
But I got some Sun's just like Phoenix
But it's back to my old ways
I still got some dirty money
Stacked from some old plays
Yellow chain no Coldplay
I might go invest in my teeth
No Colgate

What do you not understand
I don't like to bullshit
Hundreds in a rubber band
I'm finally the cool kid
Now I got the upper hand
I got strings I'm pulling
Ohio, that's the motherland
In the O we cooling
In the O we cooling
In the O we cooling
In the O and we cooling
In the O we cooling

Smoked a blunt with Sidney
Up in Sidney
Met this girl from Houston
And she said her name was Whitney
I'm with Brittany
Down in Cincy
Now I got to meet Judy at UD
I'm out in public in my Jeri hat
Cooking up with Mitchell
I need him to do the bass and hats
NV up a hundred
That's just simple math
I really love the grind yeah
Fuck taking the simple path

What do you not understand
I don't like to bullshit
Hundreds in a rubber band
I'm finally the cool kid
Now I got the upper hand
I got strings I'm pulling
Ohio, that's the motherland
In the O we cooling
In the O we cooling
In the O we cooling
In the O and we cooling
In the O we cooling



Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Thompson
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