Lyrics:
Say That Cool - written and performed by Collin Gibson
INTRO
This is payback music
That laid back, way back music
Go’on nigga say that cool shit
waiting by the bay
Lower East side yea you know how we ride
It's a All black affair big bosses over here
All black suit fitted like I'm Chris tucker
You
women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you
looking like the seraphim
Baby got that back that could only be black American
You gotta know tragedy for the vanity there within
I'm talking stacked so fat
lovin'
When you enamored by female companions, there's no standards
Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that's the damage
Reflecting on first
Reach for the stars that's me I'm flying
Write raps by typing
It's the post 2000 era
I'm living like a Viking
Fuck this hiking
Drink spiking
Hella
the sizzler
The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
know if you can keep up with me
If you can keep up with me
You're living like you're crippled
By this fear i'm worried that you can't
Feel a fucking
all day, I get my cake on
Fiends love me like a Drake song
Rep that Lou' Vuitton Bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Wall Mafia, Wu-Tang
say me i be your Santa
I go be your hero black panther
She sweet like honey, sweet like honey
Wine that pretty tiny waist down for me
Don't go funny
A god is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this swan to black.
What opportunities did we allow to flow by
""blasphemy""
That’s why i black out when nobody’s backin me
Hold up wait
Bring the beat back to me
I ain't done blackin out until it ain't no mo black in
rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white
Now I rejoice
But not that your counsel of demons are subject to Jesus
But that my name is written
In
the money
So I only fuck em n duck em
I need a stick that's gon stutter
I bust wit no rubber
I pass it to black he gon shoot like a jumper
We go back to back
pizza
After I’m done ice cream swirl like the zebra
F that Nike I’m rocking my Adidas
But mostly red Puma be up on my feet cause
I’m on a plane going
Imma need a hundred
Big money
Kind of money that can make change
Kind of money that'll buy a safe
Hard to invest 'cause all we know is take
By any means
that's why your casket is waitin'
Shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton
When I'm in your town you better cut like walter payton
Studio man keep
With beats by Syntilla
I'm something like a Chinchilla
We been killers
You funny niggas Ben Stillers
You Want to book me
Understand i'm a bring
to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that
brown, black or white
There's someone else that we should all fight
Take it all in, maybe finally see
That Common Man is not your enemy
These people are
repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat
The damsel's in distress but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm
relief
Like a Vicodin
I don't know about a confidant
But I can tell you one thing, I'm confident
Okay
The powers that be try to come in and expose her
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