The Cool

Yeah
 Yeah
 The Cool
 Turn me up
 Uh-huh
 Yeah
 He came back
 In the same suit that he was buried in
 Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
 Yes, he was still fresh to death
 Bling, two earrings, a chain laying on his chest
 He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it
 And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it
 Smell the Hennesey from when his niggas got reminded
 And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, but
 He couldn't sip it fast enough
 So the liquor was just filling the casket up
 Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
 Second grade handwriting simply read, "I miss ya"
 Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture
 Right next to it, one of his man's stuck a Swisher
 He had a notion as he laid there soaking
 He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open
 And he
 This life goes passing you by
 It might go fast if you lie
 You go and you live then you die
 Oh-oh-oh-oh
 If life goes passing you by
 Don't cry
 If you breaking the rules
 Making your moves (yeah)
 Paying your dues (uh-huh)
 Chasing the cool
 Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface
 Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
 He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
 And when he couldn't dirt spit, he swallowed it
 Working like a, hmm, reverse archaeologist
 Except, his buried treasure was sunshine
 So when some shined through a hole that he had drove
 It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind
 He grabbed on to some grass and climbed
 Pulled hisself up out of his own grave and looked at the time
 On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots
 That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks
 Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
 Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders, so
 With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay
 He decided to walk home
 So he
 This life goes passing you by
 It might go fast if you lie (yeah)
 You go and you live then you die
 Oh-oh-oh-oh
 If life goes passing you by
 Don't cry (uh)
 If you breaking the rules (yeah)
 Making your moves (uh)
 Paying your dues (uh)
 Chasing the cool
 He begged for some change, to get him on a train
 "Damn that nigga stank", is what they complained
 Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames
 Caught the reflection in the window of what he became
 A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed
 Matter fact, only thing on his brain was brains, yeah
 And getting back in his lane, doing his thang
 First he had to find something to slang
 Next stop was his block
 It had the same cops
 Walked right past the same spot where he was shot
 Shocked that some little niggas tried to sell him rocks
 It just felt weird being on the opposite
 They figured that he wasn't from there
 So they pulled out and robbed him
 With the same gun they shot him with
 Put it to his head and said, "You scared, ain't you?"
 He said, "Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangster" and
 This life goes passing you by
 It might go fast if you lie
 You go and you live then you die
 Oh-oh-oh-oh
 If life goes passing you by
 Don't cry
 If you breaking the rules
 Making your moves
 Paying your dues
 Chasing the cool
 Yeah
 Uh
 Cool