Ok Ok (Pt 2)

Ok, now they got me wanna rap again

Healed the wound, and then you stab me in the back again (uh)

You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand (uh)

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

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

I'm the type to close the deal and cut my niggas 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

Ok, ok, I'm not okay

Think you're good, it's not ok

Ok, ok, I'm not okay (I'm not okay)

Think you're good, get out the way

A Shenseea

Nuh truss any and any man

Pree dem and mi play along

Watch how dem a sing mi song

Suddenly, dem tun a fan

Aim wid precision fi numba one position

Write di plan, right mi wrong

And look now, I'm di boss in charge

Used to talk down pon mi, now mi on top

Lef mi inna struggle so nuh badda come back

Tek mi fi granted, tek mi fi soft

And if yuh play hard

If yuh let mi down mi nuh have no food fi give you right ya now

Mi lock mi shop 'cause mi nuh like when you show luv to mi face den chat behind mi back

Nuh trust people, cyaan trust people

From dem eat di fruit, mankind tun evil

Get cut off, you wi get cut off

Me nuh care how much memories we have in di past

Yuh bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single

Mi broke up wid mi ex, him dead to mi, I'm a widow

Get cut off, you wi get cut off

Me nuh care how much memories we have in di past

Bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single

Mi bruk up with mi ex, him dead to mi, I'm a widow, uh

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 going back to fixing up, that's the older me, yeah

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

I done had too many niggas 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 sudden, all the facts show

You gotta chin up and show a nigga 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 shit 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 winning, no

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

But it's ok, we gon' be ok

Only show up when we cut the cake (oh, yeah)

Showing love, but we ok (we ok)

Find God, 'fore it's too late