OK (Freestyle)

Yea
Yea
Yea, yea (Yea)

I don't lose I learn
She jus lost her turn
I treat bridges like I'm Usher (BURN)
Go put it in a urn while I...
All these bumps, still ain't slowin' my roll
I push the peddle til I crash head first in my goals
Like pressure and coal, we solid
Here's gold for the stories we told
And the ones we gon die wit
Started trusting too many ppl, had to diet
Now I'm lookin' both ways smacked wit that thang on silent
(Chill)
But if I'm motivated shit can get violent
(Will)
There ain't no tellin' wit that fighting or flyin'
I'm bout the fam and my money
If yu touch em you dyin
I'm tryin bring the world up but nihgas we be wylin'
(DAMN)

Ok
(Alright, alright I see you bro. I see you)
Ok
(Awww shit, damn. Damn bro this shit HARD)
Ok
(Alright, run that back)
Ok

Nihgas pocket squares
I'm just hella rare
How dare you to pull up from the rear and commandeer
(Oh lord)
Must of lost ya mind
Bitch I'm on grind
It's TMC
Know I'm runnin' mine. just in your line
(Stay back, get that)

I changed, yu stayed the same
Boy yu been the same since you had an aim
Wonder why she always on her phone tryna leave yur home
I just hit that bird for Mercedes Benz dome
That's a squawk and chalk
Leave the pussy sticky like I'm Peter Park
Roll a spliff wit Henny, yea I like it dark
Bitch I drive a Lincoln, I don't have to park
Check yur cerebell
You ain't parallel
I'm like Keenan and you seen how mondo burger fell
(Shiiiit)
I never took an L unless I smoketh it
Book of OK, verse 2, yea I smoked this shit
Yea I smoked this shit
Bout to hit Christina's for the hoagie fix

Its blinders season
I'm lookin' forward cause I can sense the snakes
Fuckk up off me

TRiiiBE

Ite I'm done wit this shit
(Word, what he said)



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Writer(s): Jarret Finley
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