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d flacko - coolin lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m coolin’ right now, right now, right now
boy you better pipe down, pipe down, pipe down
when no one around, around, around
you gettin’ shot down, don’t let the trigger find out
when posted by bizzaro, i don’t stop and drop, i roll
the way they clutch and tote the glocks and poles, thеy gotta go
they say the way to go is bendin’ blocks and droppin’ fours
this ain’t a way of lifе with rainbows to the pot of gold
ain’t fallen from my sins, so i make sure to pray to god
tryna make it out, i done gave it all i got
tryna rid my pain, but this sh+t, it just won’t stop
look at all the memories that’s stuck in my mind

[chorus]
i’m coolin’
post a pic, they get straight to assumin’
bending blocks, yeah, the tec get to boomin’
they really tried to knock me off my grind, sh+t got me fumin’
we all grinding right now in the ruins
yeah, they hate that i stand for my movement
but they broke, i’m on top, and they losin’, they mad i got off of my ass, started movin’
[verse 2]
why you say you was with me in the carpool?
why you lyin’ on the book? that is not true
why you talking ‘bout flashbacks? that is all cap
ain’t the type you gotta lie to
not everybody cap, but a lot do
if you say that you got me, i got you
all the pain in my heart, gotta fight through
go and better yourself, ‘cause i try to
tryna feed the whole fam, goin’ all out
tell ‘em “you ain’t gotta work, go and call out”
better check on yo opps, ‘bout to ball out
i was off of the grid, but i’m on now
i ain’t trap in the house, but i know how
youngin a kid in the back, told me “roll out”
i was scarred as a kid, what you know ‘bout j putin’ food on my plate from the dog pound, yeah
you ain’t get back gang, you was forced to get back
and now we on backs
i was just juggin’ and givin’ it back to the ones whowas with me when i was down bad
i’m at the park, we was throwin’ them hands and them elbows, my chain ain’t never got sn+tched
then he start lying, and lying, and lying on the book, so i told lil boy to relax
i say “it’s funny, you goin’ out sad”
i showed receipts, now get off of my ass
told him “get up and get off of the ave”
now i’m just focused on chasin’ a bag
i’m at the park, we was throwin’ them hands and them elbows, my chain ain’t never got sn+tched
then he start lying, and lying, and lying on the book, so i told lil boy to relax
[bridge]
face it, i gotta go and get it on my own
laced spliff, don’t face it in the studio, we gone
make it, i swear i won’t fake it
say different, you faded
i gotta get paid, paid, paid

- d flacko lyrics

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