Joey Cool - Strange Sinatra lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Strange Music Strange sinatra lil' b*tch [Chorus] I'm finna wyle in this b*tch, think I'm style on this b*tch My sauce stay mild in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch I ain't gon' politic b*tch, this ain't your obvious sh*t This that Don Coolie, familiar, Strange Sinatra lil' b*tch Bumping a while in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch My sauce stay mild in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch I ain't gon' politic b*tch, this ain't your obvious sh*t This that Don Coolie, familiar, Strange Sinatra lil' b*tch [Verse 1] b*tch I'm collected and calm, Joey Cool been the bomb Riding 'round with the pack, miss Monroe on my arm Sipping whiskey and smoking, I do that when I perform Come up empty provoking me, I am simply a Don Mobbing out with the crew, you know Dino Martin and Sammy I am simply an artist, you gotta pardon the family We got shooters and looters, you might get hit with the whammy I'm unorthodox, never boxed in, my style is uncanny I swear I just thought of singing to show you ni**as I got it I'm free balling, I'm winging it, I don't know how to stop it They proclaim I'm a genius, I just stay close to my pocket I am highly distinguished, I gotta go for the profit I just looked up to the sky and gave all my problems to God My supporters be wylin' cause they acknowledge the nod I might land on the moon, but that's 'cause I'm climbing for stars KC Chief in it baby, I done inspired them all [Chorus] I'm finna wyle in this b*tch, think I'm style on this b*tch My sauce stay mild in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch I ain't gon' politic b*tch, this ain't your obvious sh*t This that Don Coolie, familiar, Strange Sinatra lil' b*tch Bumping a while in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch My sauce stay mild in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch I ain't gon' politic b*tch, this ain't your obvious sh*t This that Don Coolie, familiar, Strange Sinatra lil' b*tch [Verse 2] I be with N9na and Trav, that's like Carlo Gambino Kaliko with the cabo, y'all don't want this sh*t mijo My soldados be ready, gotta fend for my people Try'na do it like Bugsy but this is highly illegal It's hard to hear what they talking 'bout when you up in the clouds Thirty-thousand above it all, somewhere lost in the crowd I got actors and actresses tryna tell me we're pals She say "I love your voice and you got a beautiful smile" Used to celebrate every night 'cause we felt like we made it But we just getting started, no telling where we can take it You can say I'm bullsh*tting, but you can't tell me I'm faking Really I'm feeling weightless, shout out to my ni**a Dacon Rap, they don't nobody wanna hear me rap They don't wanna hear it fast, they don't want it like that I'm from the middle of the map The committee where it's at, gotta run it right back fu*ker you done pulled my arm What you goddamn trying to let go of my sack? I'm from the middle of the map The committee where it's at, gotta run it right back [Chorus] I'm finna wyle in this b*tch, think I'm style on this b*tch My sauce stay mild in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch I ain't gon' politic b*tch, this ain't your obvious sh*t This that Don Coolie, familiar, Strange Sinatra lil' b*tch Bumping a while in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch My sauce stay mild in this b*tch, think I'ma style in this b*tch I ain't gon' politic b*tch, this ain't your obvious sh*t This that Don Coolie, familiar, Strange Sinatra lil' b*tch [Outro] What you gon' do?