A-1 - Cough Cool lyrics

See, this is America, home of the greedy They told me it's okay to lie if you lie on the TV These business men put their ads all over the city When city kids cast they tags they call it graffiti Send em to jail for it They tryna tell us self-expression is wrong But my n***a, I never fell for it They try to tell me "You don't believe in our God, you go to Hell for it." I never fell for it See, my belief is my first right And in a second, I'd jump on the third rail for it You got yours and you know I wish you well for it I ain't tryna f** up your head I'm just tryin to hit the nail on it See, for me, the knowledge come first They try demolish the earth I'm tryna blaze a f**in trail on it So I don't need to be so hard anymore I used to show off my sword Until I f**ed around and fell on it I remember my past but never dwell on it We cried a river of tears It's time we sailed on it I speak the truth because it lighten my load My head is heavy to hold It's like somebody put a whale on it I f** with Woo because his beats so sk**ed Like god this beat's so ill Without a whistle or a bell on it Cover your face when you walk by Drench your visions in darkness (Shut up and be cool) Spit up blood when you cough Cool, cool, cool (Motherf**er, be) Cough, cool, cool, cool (A-1, just be) Cough, cool, cool, cool (Man, know your roll, be) Cough, cool, cool, cool Now, if this ain't the realest, then it come close The ba** hit you in the face with the blunt force I used to think this was the country that I love most Now my stomach hurts when somebody mention the Gulf Coast Like why is the world so ugly? We throw away food, half of the world go hungry I come from a town that was built from that gold money But like my n***a Dan, I don't come from old money No, no see we made that old money That "work a slave into the grave" type old money My mama immigrated She come from the old country My daddy immigrated He could fit his whole country In the state of California He thought he was so lucky Just to be here, get a degree and hold money Get a job, step up his game and fold money Now he tryna get the money the government stole from him Damn That's why I ain't too close with my Uncle Sam And if you ever been broke then you understand Some people like the institution but I'm not a fan Mama named me Adam but she should have named me Oscar Grant I'm half black but I feel like I'm three-fifths Until I get the other four-tenths, no peace, b**h Cover your face when you walk by Drench your visions in darkness Spit up blood when you cough (Be) Cool, cool, cool (They tell me "Adam, be") Cough, cool, cool, cool (A-1, just be) Cough, cool, cool, cool (They like "homie, be") Cough, cool, cool, cool Now, if this ain't the realest, then it come close Now let the ba** hit your face with the blunt force Cool, cool, cool (Motherf**er, be) Cool, cool, cool (Tell em Adam be) Cool, cool, cool (A-1, just be) Cool, cool, cool (Now shut the f** up and be) Cool, cool, cool (Shut up and be) Cool, cool, cool (Be cool)