This Is What’s Cool?

[Intro]
It's the orchestra

[Hook]
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!
They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!

[Verse 1]
We salute the drug dealers but look down on drug users
When both are the problem, there's no hope for the future
We brag of incarceration, like that deserves congratulations
We have welcome home parties, but neglect those that's graduating!
We drink poison, smoke death, snort ether, shoot evil
Fabricate about our wealth, and willing to die for dead people
Fake love for fake thugs, shiesty ones should beware
As soon as we lose a loved one we just add em to our swears like:
“Swear on Lil J, nah! Swear on Baby T"
But I swear that these swears really don’t mean anything!
Just an escape from the lies and the harsh realities
And a constant reminder about the constant casualties
See, we claim to be brothers, but'll 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?

[Hook]
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!
They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!

[Verse 2]
Was watching Worldstar 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 as long as we earn for 2 Chainz, no one really has concerns
That’s no diss to Tity, that’s my brother one fifty
Just the mentality of the youth is all bad in my city
Hurts 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 a hundred and fifty dollars is life's value
Like twenty five to life for some Nikes is 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:
Niggas getting high, blowing weed in a swisher
Sipping on syrup, getting drunk off liquor

[Hook]
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!
They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!

[Verse 3]
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 care free, twenty three, young fly me
Nah I’m cool, thanks to my daughter, Liberty

[Hook]
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!
They telling on they self, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hella syrup, drinking hella liquor
And this the type of shit that niggas really think is cool!