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the cool quest - good lookin' lyrics

[intro]
it’s much darker this time n-gga
god n-gga
i ain’t rap in f-ckin’ months my n-gga
my voice deeper and sh-t so you know it’s real
aight….good lookin’
turn me up a little bit n-gga
not in reality, i’m just being a rapper

[verse 1: the cool quest]
s-x drugs and on the dole
i’m so fly i got a dot on air traffic control
i’m so high on the block, in the air you smell the dro
blow, i’m ready, my semi technically broken
but still spit steady
open your back up, black, what?
you don’t want it
gotta see a man about a dog, don’t flaunt it
tarnished remnants of a generation
f-ck juice, i drink vodka and henny chase it
south bronx carmelo, oth-llo, magellan
drag racin’ bm’s on pelham late night
bustin’ out the window with a shotty, don’t spray right
pay or play, catch me baggin’ b-tches at your wake service
i hate tourists, you’re a foreigner to my style
my block, my b-tches, i’m a god of this
finding sh-t within my soul to make you cringe when it spins
but find your self spinning it again

[hook: the cool quest]
and again and again and again and again
again and again and again and again n-gga
told y’all n-ggas i’m god in this b-tch yo
again and again and again and again

[verse 2: the cool quest]
it’s mortal combat
but f-ck it these wombats got you dizzy my n-gga, remind that
naysayers take a walk to the hudson river, jump pon dat
my verbals is hurtful, i’m not tryna be kendrick
i make him look like urkel, so call me stefan
shoutout to the ho n-gga that k!lled my moms
i catch you it’s on
i’ma give you a pound, be like “it’s fly”
i’ll fly you outta town, to hear my new tracks
make sure that f-cker hits the ground
i ain’t mad no more, forget it
i came to get lifted
snitches get pictures printed out
bodies lifted with extended clips out the mag
i ain’t gangsta, but pictures i paint you
about the type of life i came from
my first words was “body” and “bag”
i reversed em, i bag bodies now
i sh-g hotties now
still on section 8, bout to sign my first deal
so y’all can’t say you can’t relate
listen how i spill

[hook]

[verse 3: the cool quest]
met a real bad b-tch on fordham tonight
she the type of chick i walk down fordham road with
good lookin’ on the herb, my n-gga dru got it, word
get blasted with travis, two ghetto b-st-rds
puttin’ on for wash
movin’ out the staten, but i’m still uptown god
shout out to my n-ggas from bronxwood to gerard
whippin’ round thorough
sh-t is grimy in the grimiest of boroughs, you heard though
sippin’ loko with locos
dolo, manolo
polo boxers and ninas
sell dope in front of the cleaners
then take the d train to soho and get cleaner
heads boppin’ i see it, believe it
we get the block looking like movie scenes
of ghetto -ss decadence
washington n-gga, we wreckin’ sh-t
4th quarter still the move
that’s how i groove, again and again and uh uh

[hook]

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