Ain't OK
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Yeah Y'all niggas be playing Y'all niggas gotta get y'all motherfuckin' weight up Don't f*ck with me 'til then You can't, uh Holla at me once you cop some land Concoct a proper plan to make yo' knot expand And not whippin' yo pop's Sedan The shit you jot can jam Without hittin' that skip button And you quit cluckin' bout all thatat stick clutchin' When you ain't hit nothin' Instagram pic lovin', Twitter dick huggin' Tap dance on TikToks to get yo' shit buzzin' This a discussion, this not a diss, cousin Niggas brag about owning they masters when they ain't worth shit Silly bastards, I passed 'em, Slim drafted 'em with the first pick Still own every piece of art I ever released Get on my level atleast, you just a pet on a leash Open your eyes, you worried bout raps trending on Twitter While whack hidden agendas keep black kids in the blender, the f*ck? Fast pacing The lads is crashing out at gas stations Glass breakin' Kick door in your dad's basement Not a tad patient Blast and don't ask Nathan Ass shakin' Half of the class vacant Niggas beef on the double for cheese Add bacon My uncle said, "Live by the gun, you die by the gun," so I gotta gun 'Cause I gotta push your shit to the side 'Cause a jit try to slide for the funds then I gotta run Lotta niggas die on the side that I'm from Ride with the drum, colliding for crumbs Only presidential on the mind is the one that tell time On the front, f*ck Biden and Trump A line and a blunt, 3.5 of da runts Percs the pill lady been prescribing for months Feel like you died and alive all at once 12 pull a nigga out his ride on a hunch Supply and demand in the land of the lions and lambs Pay tithes to the man for providing a plan To get you out of a sizeable jam He said, "Let go and let God," with a Bible in hand But if you ever run into a rival again It's survival of man No church in the wild, you can die where you stand Pull the fire, let it blam Nigga probably only do about five in the can But atleast you alive Run back to the streets just to thrive Motherfuckers gotta eat to survive The kids ain't ok Uh, uh no way Man, they crashin out, man, a nigga get killed every day Yeah, them ratchets out blood and tears finna spill every day The kids ain't ok
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Written by: Jawara Barnett, Kyle Clow, Nkosi Harbert
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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