Cooler - GQ

Ride to the sunset, they ain’t beat me to the punch yet

I send new music like drunk texts, then forget I made ‘em like drunk bets

My momma friends be like «girl, your son blessed»

They like «'Q whatchu doin?»

I’m having fun, yes

I slept less but them nights out was much needed

Ain’t it funny how you suck and I succeeded?

I left home like cut leases

Just to make a statement still writin' a tough thesis

Young genius, down to Earth but what I’m swingin' is striking Venus

I wanna touch a couple mil before I touch Jesus

And that’s real, tell me how I should feel

Cool chick, cool spot, where better for us to chill huh?

You still can’t believe it’s all real huh?

Have a drink, hope it don’t spill ma

Enjoy yourself

Seems like every place I been I done seen so many things

But nothin' seems to be the same

I’m right where I wanna be

This is perfect for my day, to make me just feel this way

I’m prolly cooler than I need to be, I’m prolly cooler than I need to be

I’m prolly cooler than I need to be, I’m prolly cooler than I need to be

What kinda mood you in?

Party to throw

A few gon' slide that’s bringing molly to blow

I be gnarly fo sho, fly as Marty could go

They be all in attendance, never tardy before, oh

Fake folk tryna sneak by me

I’m backfloating no beach by me

Name come up, bout Quentin they speak highly

Woodstock can’t peace by me

Tire burn when the street open

Ask me how I got it I just tell ‘em it’s East Oakland

Wanna catch up, boi?

Keep hopin'

I run shit like my feet swollen

And that’s real, tell me how I should feel

Cool chick, cool spot, where better for us to chill huh?

You still can’t believe it’s all real huh?

Have a drink, hope it don’t spill ma

Enjoy yourself

It was all so simple then

Check it, beat blastin', they like, «aww, he rappin'»

A minute later they like «aww, he snappin'»

Makin' music they head lose it complete madness

Partners turn to pedestrians I just keep passin'

And I keep asking like kids in a toy store

Still waiting for my answer it’s probly behind this door that I been

Tryna open, I’m just hopin' my key’ll work

My talent like a UFO, wonder who gon' see it first

I’m on a bubble waiting for my dream to burst

Even though you didn’t I knew that this thing would work

Been bullshitting I need to check on my granny more

There for me no matter what, that’s what I got family for

Thinkin' more than usual now, every day is crucial now

I’m just tryna fly my nigga, why you tryna shoot me down?

Still fuckin with my niggas, all the ones I grew up ‘round

You don’t like me I don’t like you, at least you know it’s mutual now

Sad to say, where I’m from, a human life ain’t shit to us

Fuck the legs you on my nigga, every day’s a cliff to us

Hard for me to pick and trust, hoes be tryna get to us

If Rosa couldn’t fuck would make you think you get to sit with us?

Long day, hours slip away come take a trip with us

Hit the lights, press record another magic trick to us

Hate it when I start complain' trippin bout the storm I’m in

Got a call lost for words, I guess I’m losin' more than friends

Never did I know my way, I just had to trust the map

Now I can’t trust TV, reality, fuck is that?

Talkin to a friend still tryna cope with a brother’s death

Pretty smile, happy girl, because he gone and up and left

Nothin' left, prayin' that her pain’ll soon come to rest

My nigga smoke a pound a month, he tired of this fuckin stress

Free my nigga Rojo, he dealin' with a buncha mess

Now I’m pickin' up like wind, life is just a summer dress

Had to get this off my chest, talkin' on some urgent shit

I ain’t actin' funny baby, really I’m just swervin' bitch

On 5−9 that’s word to Tick, back playin on Saturdays

Smooth off the endo, I’m Del Lindo as Satchel Paige

This little light of mine is glowin' ain’t it?

All of the people talkin' to me ain’t speakin my language

Bottoms up, hors d’oeuvre with a olive cup

305 me and four women havin' a tropic brunch

Hittin' ‘em like antlers, haters wanna stop and hunt

Winter time I’m flyin south, you out with a flock of ducks

My partna say he wanna move but he ain’t got nowhere to go

I told that nigga, I ain’t got no job but I’m still chasin' dough

I’m being honest, no comic but still flip made it

Everywhere I go I see temptation a bitch ain’t it?

Everywhere I go I see temptation a bitch ain’t it?

It was all so simple then

Let the record play, let the record play

Let the record play, let the record play

Just let the record play

It was all so simple then

Rated Oakland