Ok Ok

Okay, now they got me, wanna rap again

Heal the wound and then you stab me in my back again

You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand

Not the type to come around and try to play your friend

You the type to cut the grass and snake your bestest man

I'm the type to close the deal and cut my— in

See me in person, I look like a ghost

See me in person, I look like a ghost

You wanna come in and play with the GOAT

You wanna come in and play with the GOAT

All you rap— sound like me, can't tell who is who

You got no real identity, can't tell you from you

Price went up, angel investor

Price went up, angel investor

Okay, okay, I'm not okay

Think they're good, it's not okay

Okay, okay, not okay

Think they’re good, get out the way

Who said I did what? What did they do?

Why the hell you hatin' so damn hard? Someone must pay you

They don't keep me 'round 'cause I'm straight truth

My dawg locked up, had more home runs than Babe Ruth

Had them chickens cleanin' my house, I told them: Be of use

If I see disloyalty, then we gon' cut 'em loose

Havin' my hands 'round her neck, grip tight like a noose

Tell you a story with a bad ending 'cause I'm not a Seuss

Passin' 'round— to the thugs for an immunity boost

Double cup filled to the top with the serenity juice

Moment of silence, RIP to Juice

If they say it's up, it's up, I don't need a truce

Everything I do is solely for the broken youth

I just took her over the mountain with my index

She told me to go to Hell like I ain't been yet

And I still put in overtime like I ain't win yet

Okay, okay, I'm not okay

Think they're good, it's not okay

Okay, okay, not okay

Think they're good, get out the way

Yeah, it's been plenty times you closed the door on me

That— really show me how much you say you a bro to me

Showed you love and you constantly cold-shouldered me

But ain't no goin' back to fixin' up, that's the older me, yeah

I'm done with all the fake—, I had enough of that, yeah

I done had too many— stab me in the back

They say they with you, but they really puttin' on a act

That's when— hit the fan and all of a sudden, all the facts show

You gotta chin up and show a— tough love

Let 'em go without you, just to show 'em what it was

We was so close, you would've thought we was blood

We got the same pain, we come from the mud

I swear this— make me wanna put my all in it, yeah

You can hear the pain 'cause I put my heart in it, yeah

Most of these— ain't real, they don't wanna see me winnin', no

Most of these— ain't real, they don't wanna see me winnin', no

But it's okay, we gon' be okay

Only show up when we cut the cake

Showin' love but we okay

Find God 'fore it's too late