Mick Jenkins - Kewl n***as lyrics

This is for my n***as, my n***as Love for my n***as, ride for my n***as This is for my n***as, my n***as My n***as Back, you ain't never met a iller crew The realest n***as middle finger to the cynical Motherf**ers who ain't riding with the team Shouts to all the n***as that are riding with the team They tell me you look tired I'm as tired as it seems Cause you don't really sleep when you're trying to live a dream Nah, you just party with your n***as Parlay with the girls, stop and take a picture For the n***as who just know you about to blow up The only ones eating all this food for thought You're sick enough to throw up See this is for the n***as who won't never want to grow up Veyrons if pay on with a box of Fruit Roll-Ups, now hold up Tell me we don't kick it Tell me I ain't blowing money fast when I'm thriftin' Tell me I ain't who they want to be And that's why they hating On a motherf**er just because he different, n***a listen This is for my second-hand shopper, quarter-ounce coppers OG3 and LA Dodger rockers You're cool as f** And this is for my n***as with subs who be banging out cla**ics And honeys who got a** in the past tense You're cool as f** This is for my n***as, my n***as Love for my n***as, ride for my n***as This is for my n***as, my n***as My n***as Back, if they ever call me jaded This is for my n***as who was there before we made it The homies who was down before the free was elevated Now the free is escalating everybody want to stare Things are getting sunny now these n***as want to share But I can care less, they never impress I could do it better coming off the top like hair, necks Otherwise, I'm just posting with my n***as Roll another blunt up while I'm joking with my n***as Stepping through the door that I have opened with my n***as And I'm trying to do this sh** when I'm old as sh** my n***a Cause I'm pretty sure they love my style, love my sound Love my team like I love Chi-town That's why they're cool as f** And it's probably cause I rep my own, dress my own Love my bros, middle finger to hoes That's why we cool as f** This is for my second-hand shopper, quarter-ounce coppers OG3 and LA Dodger rockers You're cool as f** This is for my n***as, my n***as Love for my n***as, ride for my n***as This is for my n***as, my n***as My n***as