AY OK (feat. Nellyhenryxx)
Uhhh oooo
Ooooo
Cut
New
Tape
Play
I be acting AY OK
Sometimes I can't trust
These people in my face
Better if I tell you
What I know
What I know
Better if I tell you
What I know
Speak the truth
Know how you feel
Don't talk a lot
Feelings get you killed
Like bang
Blood on the floor
Cleaning it up as if it was a chore
We argue it out
Just to say we mature
This isn't love
This is a war
Hands up
Don't shoot
Too late
The bullet went in
Got stuck on a dead end
So I park there cause I need hope
Like a gold chain you gon stay close
In a locket
There's a photo
That I won't show cause I don't tell
Fairytales never come true
No cap
Like a keyboard I control shift
Nigga fuck you
Wooo
I be acting AY OK
Sometimes I can't trust
These people in my face
Better if I tell you
What I know
What I know
Better if I tell you
What I know
Ooooooooo
I be acting AY OK
Sometimes I can't trust
These people in my face
Better if I tell you
What I know
What I know
Better if I tell you
What I know
It was all last summer
Summer camp was a bang
Put my feelings in bottles
To wash it down in a drain
I'm not the type to go party
I'll rather write down my pain
Swear this music is flowing
Inside the stream in my veins
Uhh ooooo
Swear this music is flowing
Inside the stream in my veins
See I'm a black man
In America that's a bad habit
Wanna kill your blackness
In a white mattress
To fall deep in and fight depression
Cut your black hair
Take your black family
Foster system is new slavery
Penal system is new slavery
Trynna sell your kids
Trynna sell your babies
Shh
Shh
Shh
I'm screaming fuck the police like a thief
I'm bleeding
See a man beat to his knees
No reason
Mama see her black boy gone
She screaming
Funny how they call this cruelty
Policing
It's treason
It feels
Like my minds
In space
Mood change
Too faded
You hopping in DMS
I'm hopping off stages
June baby
2 Faces well keep it 100
And don't do no faking
Uhhh oooo
Now
That everything's
In place
Gave them all that I had and they just wanted more
They copy your swag just to win an award
I'm runnin a blitz for the game in 4th quarter
You niggas in fritz like you just started working
I fucked up on that last part
Duhhh
Ooooo
Cut
New
Tape
Play
I be acting AY OK
Sometimes I can't trust
These people in my face
Better if I tell you
What I know
What I know
Better if I tell you
What I know
Speak the truth
Know how you feel
Don't talk a lot
Feelings get you killed
Like bang
Blood on the floor
Cleaning it up as if it was a chore
We argue it out
Just to say we mature
This isn't love
This is a war
Hands up
Don't shoot
Too late
The bullet went in
Got stuck on a dead end
So I park there cause I need hope
Like a gold chain you gon stay close
In a locket
There's a photo
That I won't show cause I don't tell
Fairytales never come true
No cap
Like a keyboard I control shift
Nigga fuck you
Wooo
I be acting AY OK
Sometimes I can't trust
These people in my face
Better if I tell you
What I know
What I know
Better if I tell you
What I know
Ooooooooo
I be acting AY OK
Sometimes I can't trust
These people in my face
Better if I tell you
What I know
What I know
Better if I tell you
What I know
It was all last summer
Summer camp was a bang
Put my feelings in bottles
To wash it down in a drain
I'm not the type to go party
I'll rather write down my pain
Swear this music is flowing
Inside the stream in my veins
Uhh ooooo
Swear this music is flowing
Inside the stream in my veins
See I'm a black man
In America that's a bad habit
Wanna kill your blackness
In a white mattress
To fall deep in and fight depression
Cut your black hair
Take your black family
Foster system is new slavery
Penal system is new slavery
Trynna sell your kids
Trynna sell your babies
Shh
Shh
Shh
I'm screaming fuck the police like a thief
I'm bleeding
See a man beat to his knees
No reason
Mama see her black boy gone
She screaming
Funny how they call this cruelty
Policing
It's treason
It feels
Like my minds
In space
Mood change
Too faded
You hopping in DMS
I'm hopping off stages
June baby
2 Faces well keep it 100
And don't do no faking
Uhhh oooo
Now
That everything's
In place
Gave them all that I had and they just wanted more
They copy your swag just to win an award
I'm runnin a blitz for the game in 4th quarter
You niggas in fritz like you just started working
I fucked up on that last part
Duhhh
Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Zachery
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