Songtext My boy Joey Cool

My boy

Yeah, yeah, you know my man Frankie
My man Frankie said the best revenge is massive success *Laughs*

Ice cold
Keep it Coolie Baby or did I know
Got my skin tougher than a rhino’s
Man the fuck up, what you cry fo’?
Always in the clouds but I fly low
Meanin’ I ain’t tryna feed the hype bro
Got too busy managin’ the micro
And if you fuckin’ with the family, it’s die slow (boom boom)
I was center with the Cs in Ohio
Now I’m winnin’ like a pharaoh out in Cairo
I’m kinda like Mike Air in Chicago
At the line shootin’ shots with my eyes closed (swish)
I delete it and rewrite it like a typo
Moonwalkin’ on a nigga like I’m Michael
All you do is put ‘em down homi?, why Joe?
When it’s really quit? simple, El Diablo
I’m in a 3 piece suit, but I’m nice tho
And I gotta give it up for the maestro
Fuck around and pop a wheelie on a bike, hoe
Would you do it all again? (fuckin’ right hoe)
Gotta line ‘em all up with a blindfold
Word to Ces, Killa City nigga, my bros (yeah)
Then I walk around the building, get the mic bro
And all I’m really sayin’ is you shouldn’t really light bro
But what the fuck do I know?

Say you blow big tree?
Tha-that ain’t that loud my boy
Say you do big things?
Tha-that ain’t my crowd my boy
Say you gon’ be king? (what?)
I-I don’t see no crown my boy
This-this a rain cloud my boy
You-you should be proud my boy

Say you blow big tree?
Tha-that ain’t that loud my boy
Say you do big things?
Tha-that ain’t my crowd my boy
Say you gon’ be king? (what?)
I-I don’t see no crown my boy
This-this a rain cloud my boy
You-you should be proud my boy

Wait for it (wait for it)
Told you you don’t want it with the Swank Lord (Swank Lord)
Told you you don’t want it with the bank boy (aw hell)
Got a lotta sons givin’ thanks boy
Really ain’t a reason you could hate for
Ride waves nigga, surfing’ on a wakeboard
Tryna tell me I should hurry up and wait for it
Now I’m buildin’ all of that, Imma take more (let’s go)
Still’a beat a nigga ass with a skate board
Diggs told me they was jumpin’ out in front of it
I been rollin’ with the mothafuckin’ covenant
I’m havin’ dinner with the mothafuckin’ government
I know they don’t really like it but I’m lovin’ it
I was tryna live a dream, now I’m touchin’ it
Triumph Victory, that’s word to baby brother shit
I’m troublin’ since I discovered and I covered it, bitch
What’s it got to do with millies on this Remy shit?
It’s gon’ get a little chilly, gon’ believe in this
Somethin’ like a blackened tie and I be schemin’ it
And I gotta give a shout out to the team and shit (STRANGE)
And I rally Corleone, I been dreamin’ it
Maturation at it’s finest, Imma deem a bit
Prolly got you questionin’ your self esteem in this
So what you’re too extreme at this
I solely seem in it, extreme beings was supreme at this, bitch

Say you blow big tree?
Tha-that ain’t that loud my boy
Say you do big things?
Tha-that ain’t my crowd my boy
Say you gon’ be king? (what?)
I-I don’t see no crown my boy
This-this a rain cloud my boy
You-you should be proud my boy

Say you blow big tree?
Tha-that ain’t that loud my boy
Say you do big things?
Tha-that ain’t my crowd my boy
Say you gon’ be king? (what?)
I-I don’t see no crown my boy
This-this a rain cloud my boy
You-you should be proud my boy

Tha-that ain’t that loud my boy
Tha-that ain’t my crowd my boy
I-I don’t see no crown my boy
This-this a rain cloud my boy
You-you should be proud my boy