paroles de chanson OKAY (feat. Rock Benjamins & Amery) - Ym1300

You ain't good at shit okay
Yeah you suck at this okay
You ain't beating him okay
Niggas talk but it's okay
You ain't good at shit okay
Yeah you suck at this okay
You ain't beating him okay
Niggas talk but it's okay

And I do my shit my way
It don't matter what you say
I game whoever that I want
Don't give a damn if you can play
Living rent free in they heads
So you can ask em for a stay
Making music for myself don't give a fuck who entertains
I'm praying that I get my highs
I already seen the lows
Whoever knows me
Can attest to that they've been here for the show
Whoever shows me
Who's the goat it better be someone I know
I keep a distance for my safety love to do shit on the low
I did the dash had to pass
Now all my vocals is going too fast
I believe in myself I dont think you believing me
And I promise that i'm gonna last
But I'm fucked with my health and I fucked it myself
So in that sense don't know i'm still gonna last
But I'll hang with the ballers
And cause em some problems
But shit
I gotta be careful I'm black
That colours the signal for saying attack or rack
I guess that's the way that they think
Closing my eyes with a bullet inside of my head
They could do that before you could blink
Gone of these eddies cuz I'm never sober
I open the fridge just to get me a drink

You ain't good at shit okay
Yeah you suck at this okay
You ain't beating him okay
Niggas talk but it's okay
You ain't good at shit okay
Yeah you suck at this okay
You ain't beating him okay
Niggas talk but it's okay
You ain't good at shit okay
Yeah you suck at this okay
You ain't beating him okay
Niggas talk but it's okay
You ain't good at shit okay
Yeah you suck at this okay
You ain't beating him okay
Niggas talk but it's okay

Wow yeah
Niggas been talking on Rock
I would be petty with bitches on usual but I think I'm tired of giving a fuck
Tired of people pretending it's luck
Tired of talking cuz you niggas suck
Suck on your tracks like you'll suck on my dick
When you listen you demons keep running amuck
Cuz Rocky done did it and did it again
Penance is needed for all of your sins
Hop in the whip with the tires inflated
We topping your charts and we're gone with the wind
I promise I'll handle you lions in seconds
I don't need a night when I step in the den
6:10
Load in the pen
Heavy with stress till I'm over
So you better creep slow woah
I want you crawling on fingers and none of your toes
Want your forgiveness for nothing but pictures
I came with a camera I need you to pose
No one can hear you
Cuz they're in the party with speakers and raging to YM and Rock
All of your g's like the g in lasagna
So now you just crying alone with a shock

Sit back and listen
I ain't given a decision yet
I been a vet
You rookies aren't impressive now you dealing with the triple threat
You may regret your move to make your music
Cuz the shit you dropping lately ain't been nothing but a lame attempt
I've never been the number two
Stuck up at the top
Bitch is stuck up kick her out
Bout to fuck up half the block
I'm sad for niggas that be sleeping on us when we bout to pop
You better clear your schedule in your defense cause A.R.Y's bout to drop