Mistah FAB - This Is Whats Cool? lyrics
rate meMy city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killings than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
They telling on their cell ‘look at the Instagram pictures’
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
We salute the drug dealers but look down on drug users
When both are the problem, there’s no hope for the future
We bragging incarceration like that deserves congratulations
We have welcome home parties but neglects those that’s graduating
We drink poison, smoke death, snort ether, shoot evil
Fabricate about our wealth and willing to die for their people
Fake love for fake thugs, … should be where?
And soon as we lose a loved one we just add them to our swears like
‘Swear on lil’ J, no, swear on baby T, but I swear these swears
Really don’t mean anything’
It’s an escape from the lies and the harsh realities
And a constant reminder about the constant casualties
See, we claim to be brothers but we 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?
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killings than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
They telling on their cell ‘look at the Instagram pictures’
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
I was watching World Star 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 long as we earn the two chains no one really has concerns
That’s no diss to ‘Titty, that’s my brother One Fifty
Just the mentality of the youth, it’s all bad in my city
Hearts 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 150 dollars is life’s value, like 25 to life for some Nikes it’s 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
Ladies getting high blowing weed and the swisher
Sipping on syrup, getting drunk of liquor
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killings than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
They telling on their cell ‘look at the Instagram pictures’
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
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 carefree, 23, young fly me’
No, I’m cool thanks to my daughter, Liberty
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killings than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
They telling on their cell ‘look at the Instagram pictures’
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think it’s cool
