Hezekiah - Too Cool lyrics

[Mystic Blu] Oooh, when are you gonna let it go? We never gon' know. Hmmm n***as think they Too Cool, but look at them, though. Heyyy Because your a** is so damn prideful, it must be compensation Wait up, look-it here Who you think you're foolin' [RoQy TyRaiD] I'm from the land of conservative politicians, discriminating bills/ sh**ty sports organizations, a morgue for entertainers/ The cost of living is permissive of commissions that wane/ ‘Til they're devoid of finding options, a glorified hospice/ Forgot who the hell they is/ ‘Til n***as fall off harder than Tony Scott off an LA bridge/ Hostin' local shows for preservation/ Lowered expectation, you should've chose a form of education/ Success run dry, denials ugly/ Relive your glory days at Polk High, you Al Bundy/ That's why you're miserable/ Tryin hard to look like he live above y'all/ Type of n***a think he ballin' with a Rush Card/ Twenty dollar j**elry that he discovered at a bus stop, n***as is duck sauce/ Instead of dissin' young artists, you should try vibin'/ Your studio smell like moth balls and white diamonds/ Instead of pa**in' the torch/ You spend your cash on that crap in the back of The Source/ That's why your geriatric a** is lackin' support/ Live off the merit of your pa**, but ill-prepared to spaz/ For your success, an epitaph/ You're like Morris Day, you let The Time define you/ Steady sit on your behind like the grind will find you/ Shout out to my veterans with integrity/ Your self-respect is a testament to your legacy/ UGH! [Mystic Blu] Oooh, when are you gonna let it go? We never gon' know. Hmmm n***as think they Too Cool, but look at them, though. Heyyy Because your a** is so damn prideful, it must be compensation Wait up, look-it here Who you think you're foolin' [RoQy TyRaiD] You talked trash for years but now attempt to give me dap/ Because my team comprised of people who have actual careers/ You male groupies can go to hell. Don't make me air you out/ This ain't the Men's Warehouse, get the f** off my coattail/ Claim that you're a thug, who's earning change from slangin' d**/ And actin lame by runnin' game on n***as' famous, in the club/ Probably ask about his chain and what he drank to get his buzzed/ And droppin' names to make it seem like you ain't aimin' for a plug/ Think you tough, but energetically pursue and try to best friend ‘em/ We ain't by what you pull and who's a fresh dresser/ Suggestin' you're procuring expenses.. SURE!/ You're insecurer than a Tiger Woods text message/ Not only that, but your music s**/ Unfortunately for you, this “groupie love” ain't redeemable at Best Westerns/ So stop standin' by the guest entrance/ Behind every Million Dollar Broke Rapper's a depressed n***a!/ [Mystic Blu] Oooh, when are you gonna let it go? We never gon' know. Hmmm n***as think they Too Cool, but look at them, though. Heyyy Because your a** is so damn prideful, it must be compensation Wait up, look-it here Who you think you're foolin' Who you think you're foolin' (x3) n***as think they too cool (x2) When are you going to let, let, let it gooo (x2) Heeyyy, aye aye aye (x 3) Hmmmmmm