Mistah FAB - This What's Cool lyrics

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Chorus:

My city got more murders than yours

My hood got more killers than you

My block got more drug dealers than you

And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

They're 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 it's 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, that's no hope for the future

We're bragging incarceration, like that deserves congratulations

We have welcome home parties, but neglect those that are graduating!

We drink poison, smoke death, snore lethal, shoot evil

Fabricate about our wealth, and willing to die for their people

Fake love for fake thugs.. one should...

And as soon as we lose a loved one we just add them to our swears like:

"Swear on lil G, 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 that child when child don't love that mother!

Can't love that son, when son don't love that father

Ain't nobody listening, man, why should I even bother?

Chorus:

My city got more murders than yours

My hood got more killers than you

My block got more drug dealers than you

And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

They're 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 it's 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 smoke

In my city the other day, a two year old got smoked!

Black people praised the preacher like Roman Catholics praise the Pope

Church house or crack house with chapel one gives you hope!

Obama won again so now they are saying two terms

But as long as we ear the two chains, no one really has concerns

That's no distant city, that's my brother one fifty

Just a mentality and the youth is all bad in my city!

Hurts my heart to see the news, as the people we're confused

As a man loses wife, waiting in line for some shoes

Like a hundred and fifty dollars is life valued like

Twenty five to life for some...

And it's hard in the ghetto, man the light it's not smooth

But leave it after us, you will think this life's cool like:

Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers

Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor!

Chorus:

My city got more murders than yours

My hood got more killers than you

My block got more drug dealers than you

And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

They're 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 it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

They say... 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

Then what am I doing? Just wasting my influence!

The care free, twenty three, young fly me

I'm cool, thanks to my daughter, Liberty

Chorus:

My city got more murders than yours

My hood got more killers than you

My block got more drug dealers than you

And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

They're 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 it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool