Too Deep for the Intro

Yeah

Hey, yeah

Partially functional, half of me is comfortable

The other half is close to the cliff, like Mrs. Huxtable

These boys got them holsters and clips, they pack like Lunchables

Like white boys in grade school, while we ate school-made food

Just eyeing they shit, wish I was trying they shit

Knowing when mama hit the store, she wasn't buying that shit

No, I ain't crying a bit, man, that's just life, that's how that shit work

You reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt

Gotta learn when you get hurt, even if it's with Cupid

He beat you, and you went back, you's officially stupid

Oh yeah, I understand, that's your man, you had a plan

You been together for some years, you sticking with him for the kids

So you overlook the tears, but we both know that's a bad look

'Cause 20 years from now, your daughter'll probably get her ass whooped

Look, if this too deep for the intro, I'll find another use

But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce, Cole

Time to save the world

Where in the world is all the time?

So many things I still don't know (uh-uh, hey)

So many times I've changed my mind

Guess I was born to make mistakes

But I ain't scared to take the weight

So when I stumble off the path (yeah)

I know my heart will guide me back (yeah)

Man, is this too deep for the intro? If so, I'll find another use

But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce

It's Cole, I had a dream, and so I made a move

A ill ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school

Still rap for hustlers and motherfuckers that hated school

Said, "That's for busters", then heard my shit and I made it cool

It's safe to say that I'm gifted as if I'm Christmas shopping

I got gangsta niggas lining up in admissions office

Ay, possibly 'cause all the hos a nigga scraped

A lot of shit up on my plate, so you know a nigga late

To my first class, I'd much rather sit up in first class

Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash?

Wasn't experienced, so nah, I didn't wear it out

Always thought my first time would be someone I cared about

But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed 'bout

I used that ass for practice, so I wasn't scared out my mind

You call it rhymes, I call it clearing out my mind

Was just a young boy staring out my blinds

'Til I got free from my mama leash

Running loose through the streets like a stray dog in heat

And we looking for some freaks, can you play? Pardon me

What's your name? Don't mistake me for no lame, no, not me

She knew I was on the team 'cause she seen how tall I be

In the club dappin' niggas, eventually, R.I.P.

Damn, you win some, you lose some, that's just how it happens

And if a nigga step up to you, then you gotta scrap 'em

Your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom

It's funny, I barely told nobody I started rapping

'Cause see, some niggas was haters that I just viewed as clowns

At 14, I knew I was the nicest dude around

I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now

If they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot 'em down

Ha, yeah, nigga, hell yeah

I felt that one in my fuckin' soul, nigga, ha-ha

Ooh, hey, I'm trying to decide which way to go

Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere

Ooh, hey, I'm trying to decide which way to go

Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere