Nick Grant - Return of the Cool lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] Yeah... Uh... Here's to the competition, I'm k**ing you Here to save the game, it's a miracle Moët Chandon Imperial The n***a who had nothin', now they screamin', "I'm feelin' you" She wanna be everywhere that the life's at Ballers, Nicholson's, spikes at Never ran train, but I'm on the right track Kick game like Tina fighting the n***a Ike back Wow, a night on the town Money talk, bullsh** can hike you a mile Confidence is dripping, somebody wipe up the isle I bet a hotel, like the whitest of towels What was life as a child? Even then I was premature with the pen, then n***as bited the style Tom Ford linen, sinning, she's grinning Shoe game like my rap lines, they don't get em Lipstick staining the gla**, pure finish Flow like a thing of the past, so vintage Baby don't fight it, you just gotta go with it Ain't nothing for sale, I just put my soul in it You gotta love it, I'm moving too fast you need to speed up Girl, your body the dopest, I'm tryna re-up Yeah we came from the bottom, but n***a we up The cool n***as is back to turn the heat up [Chorus: B. Hess] Cuff-links, strong drinks You see I'm fly through the tint, babe Chauffeur, backseat I hope I don't spill the champagne Roll up, not me I get high off the life, babe Once lost, but its back again, baby It's the return of the cool, baby The return of the cool (baby, baby) It's the return of the cool, baby (yeah) The return of the cool (oh yeah, oh yeah yeah) [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Uh, cool n***a, I'm here to break the monotony It ain't the real sh** if its not me Her painted-on jeans like a Basquiat piece I'm slick, Gordon Gekko meets artiste At the top, you n***as should never doubt him The young knight still sipping out the Youth Fountain Ain't no bad days, but the Bentley grill poutin' I own sh**, my cologne switch every outing Ten fold, give po-po no info Clean up nice, get fresh like Mento's Bet them hoe go wherever the wind blow Them wrongdoing come back true, ten fold Karma is a must, suit fitting like a mob boss See the tux, broads in a rush To get a n***a home, she just caught up in the lust Send a bottle over compliments of us, back to catch wreck All respect to those who break they neck to keep they hoes in check Cause oh they Sweat a n***a like Keith first LP Ain't sh** that a broke n***a tell me Heaven on Earth, I can make Hell cease My line-up be sharp 'nuff to cut keys n***a please, square feet, kick my feet up Oh yeah, the cool n***as is back to turn the heat up [Chorus: B. Hess] Cuff-links, strong drinks You see I'm fly through the tint, babe Chauffeur, backseat I hope I don't spill the champagne Roll up, not me I get high off the life, babe Once lost, but its back again, baby It's the return of the cool, baby The return of the cool (baby, baby) It's the return of the cool, baby (yeah) The return of the cool (oh yeah, oh yeah yeah)