Return of the Cool
[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Yeah...
Uh...
Here's to the competition, I'm killing you
Here to save the game, it's a miracle
Moët Chandon Imperial
The nigga who had nothin', now they screamin', "I'm feelin' you"
She wanna be everywhere that the life's at
Ballers, Nicholson's, spikes at
Never ran train, but I'm on the right track
Kick game like Tina fighting the nigga Ike back
Wow, a night on the town
Money talk, bullshit can hike you a mile
Confidence is dripping, somebody wipe up the isle
I bet a hotel, like the whitest of towels
What was life as a child?
Even then I was premature with the pen, then niggas bited the style
Tom Ford linen, sinning, she's grinning
Shoe game like my rap lines, they don't get em
Lipstick staining the glass, pure finish
Flow like a thing of the past, so vintage
Baby don't fight it, you just gotta go with it
Ain't nothing for sale, I just put my soul in it
You gotta love it, I'm moving too fast you need to speed up
Girl, your body the dopest, I'm tryna re-up
Yeah we came from the bottom, but nigga we up
The cool niggas is back to turn the heat up
[Chorus: B. Hess]
Cuff-links, strong drinks
You see I'm fly through the tint, babe
Chauffeur, backseat
I hope I don't spill the champagne
Roll up, not me
I get high off the life, babe
Once lost, but its back again, baby
It's the return of the cool, baby
The return of the cool (baby, baby)
It's the return of the cool, baby (yeah)
The return of the cool (oh yeah, oh yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Uh, cool nigga, I'm here to break the monotony
It ain't the real shit if its not me
Her painted-on jeans like a Basquiat piece
I'm slick, Gordon Gekko meets artiste
At the top, you niggas should never doubt him
The young knight still sipping out the Youth Fountain
Ain't no bad days, but the Bentley grill poutin'
I own shit, my cologne switch every outing
Ten fold, give po-po no info
Clean up nice, get fresh like Mento's
Bet them hoe go wherever the wind blow
Them wrongdoing come back true, ten fold
Karma is a must, suit fitting like a mob boss
See the tux, broads in a rush
To get a nigga home, she just caught up in the lust
Send a bottle over compliments of us, back to catch wreck
All respect to those who break they neck to keep they hoes in check
Cause oh they Sweat a nigga like Keith first LP
Ain't shit that a broke nigga tell me
Heaven on Earth, I can make Hell cease
My line-up be sharp 'nuff to cut keys
Nigga please, square feet, kick my feet up
Oh yeah, the cool niggas is back to turn the heat up
[Chorus: B. Hess]
Cuff-links, strong drinks
You see I'm fly through the tint, babe
Chauffeur, backseat
I hope I don't spill the champagne
Roll up, not me
I get high off the life, babe
Once lost, but its back again, baby
It's the return of the cool, baby
The return of the cool (baby, baby)
It's the return of the cool, baby (yeah)
The return of the cool (oh yeah, oh yeah yeah)