[Chorus]
We, real cool
We, left school
We, lurk late
We, sing sin
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Real cool, with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Die soon
We, real cool
We, left school
We, lurk late
We, sing sin
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
[Verse 1]
Quick fast, quick fast, plus one that's quick math
Quicksand, sink slow for some quick cash
Quit that, got a better chance with Bitcoin
Big banks see you stuntin' and this shit's deep
Crypt keep, and now you're fucking with the blockchain
Speed race until we running out of octane
I brought loud, you brought Reggie that's a mismatch
We not on the same page, it's just no, no way
Can't sauce through the beef this ain't Bolognese
Don't get mad because I roll it straight
Bowl a strike, new pens and I feel I need some more again
Tryna write while they bite, I'm not Holyfield
Disagree with the nigga, but they know you real
They gon' see for themselves, know I told you so
Can't teach a young nigga, he don't want to know
Could be a flower, he don't want to grow
We, real cool
We, left school
We, lurk late
We, sing sin
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Real cool, with your cool ass
With your cool ass
Die soon
We, real cool
We, left school
We, lurk late
We, sing sin
We, jazz June
We, die soon
We, die soon
We, die soon with your cool ass
[Verse 1]
Quick fast, quick fast, plus one that's quick math
Quicksand, sink slow for some quick cash
Quit that, got a better chance with Bitcoin
Big banks see you stuntin' and this shit's deep
Crypt keep, and now you're fucking with the blockchain
Speed race until we running out of octane
I brought loud, you brought Reggie that's a mismatch
We not on the same page, it's just no, no way
Can't sauce through the beef this ain't Bolognese
Don't get mad because I roll it straight
Bowl a strike, new pens and I feel I need some more again
Tryna write while they bite, I'm not Holyfield
Disagree with the nigga, but they know you real
They gon' see for themselves, know I told you so
Can't teach a young nigga, he don't want to know
Could be a flower, he don't want to grow
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