[Intro: Joey Cool & Ubi]
Was reminiscing of the minute that I lived in the shot
It's sentimental, started lifting something different inside
Okay, I step up in this cyph
Like a gun to a knife
Fight for every single inch
Like what’s become of my life
It's Coolie baby, they say dude don't ever do what is right
Let’s get unruly, did my duty, set the mood for the night
U-B-I, move aside young rookie, let the veteran go
Your man can't rhyme for shit, go ahead set it in stone
Usually, I'd never battle rap for cheddar, I'm woke
But I suppose I could fit you in my schedule slow
Your whole squad smoke like medical though
You'll get ate up in a cyph like an edible though
And lookin' like some hoes trying to get their general squoze
You motherfuckers act funny like the Letterman show
[Verse 1: Ubi]
One day I was in a cyph spitting venomous prose
A girl approached smelling sweeter than the scent a rose
She talkin' about a Hurricane Maria benefit show
And if she got the tour setup, was I ready to roll
Ayo my heart was beating steady, she was fetti fa' sho’
I couldn’t tell if this Bitty Betty was friend or a foe
But either way I keep both friends and enemies close
My enemies they tend to keep me on all ten of my toes
Even better I suppose, she tugging on my sleeve
Shredding my clothes, I asked her, "who you with?"
She said "I'm alone," my homie said to me
"bro. she ready to go and tryna let it be known
Now grab ahold of her hand and take her on a gentleman stroll"
She told me, "I’ll never settle for no"
Away we go and now we floatin' on the ebb and the flow
Without a care and trying to hit was the eventual goal
I'm trying to penetrate the temporal lobe
Get a scent of her soul, ya know
Was reminiscing of the minute that I lived in the shot
It's sentimental, started lifting something different inside
Okay, I step up in this cyph
Like a gun to a knife
Fight for every single inch
Like what’s become of my life
It's Coolie baby, they say dude don't ever do what is right
Let’s get unruly, did my duty, set the mood for the night
U-B-I, move aside young rookie, let the veteran go
Your man can't rhyme for shit, go ahead set it in stone
Usually, I'd never battle rap for cheddar, I'm woke
But I suppose I could fit you in my schedule slow
Your whole squad smoke like medical though
You'll get ate up in a cyph like an edible though
And lookin' like some hoes trying to get their general squoze
You motherfuckers act funny like the Letterman show
[Verse 1: Ubi]
One day I was in a cyph spitting venomous prose
A girl approached smelling sweeter than the scent a rose
She talkin' about a Hurricane Maria benefit show
And if she got the tour setup, was I ready to roll
Ayo my heart was beating steady, she was fetti fa' sho’
I couldn’t tell if this Bitty Betty was friend or a foe
But either way I keep both friends and enemies close
My enemies they tend to keep me on all ten of my toes
Even better I suppose, she tugging on my sleeve
Shredding my clothes, I asked her, "who you with?"
She said "I'm alone," my homie said to me
"bro. she ready to go and tryna let it be known
Now grab ahold of her hand and take her on a gentleman stroll"
She told me, "I’ll never settle for no"
Away we go and now we floatin' on the ebb and the flow
Without a care and trying to hit was the eventual goal
I'm trying to penetrate the temporal lobe
Get a scent of her soul, ya know
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