Return of the Cool - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

Yeah...

Uh...

Here's to the competition, I'm killing you

Here to save the game, it's a miracle

Moët Chandon Imperial

The nigga who had nothin', now they screamin', "I'm feelin' you"

She wanna be everywhere that the life's at

Ballers, Nicholson's, spikes at

Never ran train, but I'm on the right track

Kick game like Tina fighting the nigga Ike back

Wow, a night on the town

Money talk, bullshit can hike you a mile

Confidence is dripping, somebody wipe up the isle

I bet a hotel, like the whitest of towels

What was life as a child?

Even then I was premature with the pen, then niggas bited the style

Tom Ford linen, sinning, she's grinning

Shoe game like my rap lines, they don't get em

Lipstick staining the glass, pure finish

Flow like a thing of the past, so vintage

Baby don't fight it, you just gotta go with it

Ain't nothing for sale, I just put my soul in it

You gotta love it, I'm moving too fast you need to speed up

Girl, your body the dopest, I'm tryna re-up

Yeah we came from the bottom, but nigga we up

The cool niggas is back to turn the heat up

[Chorus: B. Hess]

Cuff-links, strong drinks

You see I'm fly through the tint, babe

Chauffeur, backseat

I hope I don't spill the champagne

Roll up, not me

I get high off the life, babe

Once lost, but its back again, baby

It's the return of the cool, baby

The return of the cool (baby, baby)

It's the return of the cool, baby (yeah)

The return of the cool (oh yeah, oh yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]

Uh, cool nigga, I'm here to break the monotony

It ain't the real shit if its not me

Her painted-on jeans like a Basquiat piece

I'm slick, Gordon Gekko meets artiste

At the top, you niggas should never doubt him

The young knight still sipping out the Youth Fountain

Ain't no bad days, but the Bentley grill poutin'

I own shit, my cologne switch every outing

Ten fold, give po-po no info

Clean up nice, get fresh like Mento's

Bet them hoe go wherever the wind blow

Them wrongdoing come back true, ten fold

Karma is a must, suit fitting like a mob boss

See the tux, broads in a rush

To get a nigga home, she just caught up in the lust

Send a bottle over compliments of us, back to catch wreck

All respect to those who break they neck to keep they hoes in check

Cause oh they Sweat a nigga like Keith first LP

Ain't shit that a broke nigga tell me

Heaven on Earth, I can make Hell cease

My line-up be sharp 'nuff to cut keys

Nigga please, square feet, kick my feet up

Oh yeah, the cool niggas is back to turn the heat up