Uncool Lyrics

Uncool - Ghoz

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Yeah

Ghoz

People think that I’m J. Cole No my friend mehn I’m not Yes I’m Joe but I’m not cool Not because that I’m bad Well, I maybe, but believe me This is the real Joseph

I’m scared for the damage that I’ll get to do

Yes I’m scared for your health Y’all know I’m a menace

But hunting y’all I’m in stealth

This is not the best time to talk shit, Or issues with my name on it

I dunno if I got a heart

Mehn I think that I lost it! Handsome tout with a crazy smile Amoshine in my state of mind

Bring your shits to me and get bigger Shits (Ai)

It’s quid pro quo bro

These folks they think they know but These folks don’t know

All these rappers got discectomy They got balls

But they ain’t functioning

I’m not cool

I’m uncool (for real)

We ain’t friends

I’m your enemy

It’s dissmass time I sent some gifts to... Some of my fans

Put some Ghoz tracks in it

Use some rappers to cover the back Spill these rappers blood and use

their blood

To cover my tracks

Come around and see how this intellect is working for stacks

Talk about me then you’ll find out

I’m in

No mood for laughs

Hold my money you’ll find out I’ll be Coming to your house

I’m a savage, I go to an English test With my maths set

A man with skills and talents

You should call me a fuqin visionary

I’m the kinda guy that’ll go to a

maths test with a dictionary

I didn’t pay enough attention in

school

That shit was costly

Now they miss their class to sit with me That’s right I’m fuqin classy

I’m a pathfinder and psycho Guess the fuqin path that I find I’m a psychopath in the making And a sociopath from birth

The former like the killings

And the latter likes to rest

I have come on top these rappers Since they kneel below my belt

If I asked for the names of noisemakers

You guys will make the list

The hate I have for the weak flows that You guys have up your sleeves

I go Clint Eastwood on these Clit boys tha be forming East hood

The way it seems now this flows don dey come from a foul mood

I pen truths and history in your

hearts

Like it’s a tattoo

You kill my beat I find you kill

No time to dey laugh with you

Your relevance to me is like stars

In the afternoon

You’ll shine maybe but I’ll always

shine brighter than you

I’m pyro I burn brighter without

trying

Hotter than you

Sometimes I think I’m lost and that’s Because I’m blind and stupid Bitches come around they meet me drunk then

They try to undress me (yo)

I think it’s time I talked about issues

That need addressing

Ma temper goes sideways in 2 seconds

Gotta be careful of this enemy

I go giggity on my enemies

Like my shit, don’t try to bury me

I like my bitches hot

Red hot, Yoruba pepper

Ló kpè iyawo mi

Talon fe bury me

Mo kpada wa

Mo de elastic

I love you

Mehn I’m sarcastic!

Ma man adim narcissistic

I drop my shit

It’s ballistic

This time I take shit from South to North

West to East

I’m tryna be the best of me why can’t you see

That my shits are not just here to please your ass

I’m a dick, but I’m not cocky I’m just saying

I’m just about the best, shit!

I’m not saying I’m not friendly I’m saying I’m unfriendly and Son-Of-a-Bitch

Vile temper makes me wanna tamper with your temple I’m meant to be your savior

But I gat a rude behavior

You vibe to this shit

My nigga I ain't no vibrator Voice and beat

Go hand in hand

Like Mars and Barzini Always on point

Like it’s Falz on the lyrics

My vantage point

Is a kite on this chickens

Thoughtful and methodical

Like it’s Jack on the reaping

I gat serial killer’s mind

When I’m working these lyrics (I garrit) I go Tyson on the mic (Mike)

When I’m on the delivery

And none should keep wake and say They’ll try to diss me

It will be the last motherfuckin’ wake You’ll be keeping

I’m king (yeah)

Insane king

The same Wiseking

That used to bounce out In the last 3

To know shit

I had to stay mean

Still me

I sleep with forks and knives

In case there’s beef in my dreams

I like fuck ups to chill

Before I serve it to thee

Only weapon fashioned against me

I think that should be Gucci

In a tug of war

You’d lose to an anorexic me

Even with 6 tough you

Tied to this weak whack you

Get on your knees, pull out my mic

It’s time for praise and worship,

I’m on the pew, about to fuck you

My dick is a fuckin’ warship

You think you’re voicing

Fuck you, fuck her, fuck them, fuck y’all Fuck it mehn I’m Uncool!