Correction Lyrics Oh That’s Cool by Kur

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Ambitious writing raps I’m up ‘til 6
Think I’ll get a Maybach with the bucks I get
b*t*hes getting too attached, get f**ked and dissed
Really love that they lack, they f**kin’ quick
Spin the question when they talk about love and sh*t
So depressing I was strung out on drugs and sh*t
Family members giving me fake hugs and sh*t
I don’t know wassup with that
Called the b*t*h like 9 or ten times, felt like she was lying about where she was at
Think about it I was tripping I don’t know what I was on, I guess I was in my act
I sold the rights to 180 for 10 Thou
At the time, man I really needed cash
Yea I say needed cash, when I got that cash ain’t do sh*t but by vans
Gotta take more trips, gotta see more sh*t, Gotta get new fans
Yea n***as in the city they be hating but the hate really coming from ya man
All these b*t*hes know who everybody dating, know who everybody f**kin, cuz the gram

I’m telling n***as you to slow catch up to me
I’m never letting Reem go, he stuck wit me
Wan mom took me in, put up wit me
Me and Wan bond tight, that love is deep

Punching n***as who get hype and tryna scream
Wasn’t worried bout the pints, the plug was green
Dre remember all them nights, we cruise'n speed
Trade the fame for E back, that’s cool wit me
They say bring the streets back, That’s cool wit me

Oh that’s cool wit me
No fake jewelry
No fake stories b!!!
Oh that’s cool with me
Oh that’s cool with me
Oh that’s cool wit me
No fake jewelry
No fake stories b..
Oh that’s cool with me
Oh that’s cool
Oh that’s cool wit me
Oh that’s cool with me..

Put my all into rap can’t be part time
Hard times, Britt was there through all the dark times
Call Don, Shop Boyz get a sharp line
Sharpnack out there tryna off dimes

I know n***as bringing theirs, so I brought mines
Don got all them years hope my dawg fine
Brought that b*t*h to NY, she was all my smiles
Told me she ain’t never been, I’m like “what, how?”
I been watching what I spend, so the bucks pile
Look I’m thankin’ God again for all the ups, downs
I don't follow, I set trends I’m from uptown
Gas station in a Benz filling up now
They around for my wins, what about the downs?
I was down to my last, thought about some pounds

All these n***as low key crabs, I don’t want em round
Youngin’s like f**k mask when they gunning down
She think I ran into some cash wanna come around
The other I day smoked a half
The other day I took a half
We took whatever n***as had, to survive
Rest in peace my grand dad,I could cry
Rest in peace my cuz Les, damn why
Rest in peace my brudda Greg
I’m leaving b*t*hes on read
I be trippin in my head
I ain’t tripping over cred
I’mma get it when all said and done, I’m on the edge
I was smoking with my dog that’s on the run, that n***a fled
Shoulda only took 1, But I took a few meds
Dog I needa number 1, and ima get it I ain’t pressed
I forgot that it was chess
I was thinking bout my brothers, I ain’t got too many left

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