P'ocean - Cool lyrics

(Jerry Intro plays) RIP We gon remember we gon take em back Some 1st round sh**.. [VERSE 1] Live from the 702nd Where Pac turned to Ricky, where dreams turn to Stardust They heard I'm from the north I just do what the star does These women all addicted, to lights white Starbucks Pick your poison, Im pickin pot apart Stackin for that autobot, cool on that Audemars Kick closet looking like huh, valley auto mall But dawg, 1% got all this money b we gotta ball Stussy forever, won't catch me near that Prada wall Less they sellin rolling trays, raw cones and lace locks That 1st of the day, hold it in till my face drop And on my grandmother grave, prolly dead if the pay stop, sh** Thats quite the promise to keep But never seein my bottom line not a problem to me My focus on max, I'm dipped, I fix a g in ogs Only time I rock the newest some lady got em for the kid I broke hearts, necks, nothin too serious Workin towards crowds like Eddie in Delirous Racing thru women, fast and furious She heard I was a dog why the cat so curious [HOOK (2x)] Cuz I'm cool, calm, collected With a Ben Frank collection Rare leather when I step in And only real in my section [BRIDGE] *Radio calls of a made UNLV basket with Coach P' directing plays from the sideline* [VERSE 2] Went from a player to coachin, crumbs on my clipboard Put my players in position the reason I flip for Other side we flip off n side bet the tipoff We win n stack till we can do the Raris with the tit job OGs on the hardwood, out the ounce I pick off They tryna block the shine, steal the show, watch me spin off They think they smokin like us nah they bout a half short I pull it and pa** it to my Italian chillin at halfcourt Gin in my Gatorade, sippin too much they tellin me Torchin up got a technical blowin clouds at the referee Ight I'll chill, sh** we up damn near 33 Baby in the stands lurkin, bet I'm cuttin like surgery Murder scene, how Im treatin that scoreboard They storm the floor, but I post up just to pour more In my Tour 4s, we rollin like Ford Taurus Got the Juice, Glow, porridge in my future straight Grants, no Horace? Why.. [HOOK (2x)] (Coach P' radio calls)