Hook:

I stay on the low low

I’m cool

I don’t fuck with niggas anymore

And I flick my wrist now

I’m cool

I feel so alone when I’m in the booth

Got me a new bitch now

She’s cool

But she’s really not the one for me

Me & my brother real tight

We cool

If you fuck w me he gon follow suit

Verse:

Where you been at in the east side

It’s cold

Niggas fight you over some bars

And they always seem like

You’re cool

But it’s only when you in the room

Verse:

(Tripp Campbell & KAGE)

Fuck all that I’m real nice (niice)

I got all my wise guys (crew)

Shooting like it’s televised (shoot)

Smoking like its Mardi Gras (smoke)

She’s on the phone it’s a Guarantee (it’s secured)

Slaughter the vag then I’m so fatigue (I’m exhausted)

But with all o’ this stress can’t fall asleep (it’s insomnia)

That shit keep me awake like a coffee bean (it’s that cocoa)

I been this way since all my teens (Now I’m grown)

Trapping the same but without the lean (oh no no no)

Came a long way from the that Ivy League (oh na na na)

Like I Came all this way with a time machine (oh ma mama)

I Still carried all o’ my anxiety

Hook:

I stay on the low low

I’m cool

I don’t fuck w nigga anymore

And I flick my wrist now

I’m cool

I feel so alone when I’m in the booth

Got me a new bitch now

She’s cool

But she’s really not the one for me

Me my brother real tight

We cool

If you fuck w me he gon follow suit

Outtro:

(KAGE)

Diamonds on my wrist yes I’m cool

Smoking with your bitch in my stu

Come correct like Nike my dude

I don’t really got shit to prove