Moni Grindhard Montana - AoK

Niggas keep hating its A ok,
Fans debating thats A ok,
Tough situation im A ok,
Its a oooook,
They scheming and plotting thats Aok,
Opps keep watching im A ok,
They say ima target its A ok,
Its a oooook,
Its a oooook,
Its a oooook,
Its a oooooooooooooook,
Its a oooook,
Its a oooook,
Its a oooooooooooooook,

Im a ok,
Cuz i handle shit,
These niggas out here,
They counterfeit,
Yo right hand a cross u over n go left,
Just for his benefit,
Guess what,
Im a ooooook,
So
Fuck whoooooo hate,
Yea
Its toooooooo late,
Cause
Its myyyyyyy fate,
Im just gone tell em keep hatin,
Cause aint no debating,
A tough situation,
Im patient,
Real 1s gone gone take a charge,
N handle them bars,
N stop all that flaugin,
Im sorry,
Im just so sick of the snakes,
Yea keep all that fake,
Cause i cnt relate,
Im str8,
I kept it real from the jump,
Pulled him from the slump,
My niggas a pull up n dump,
I took him out with the trash,
I had to spazz,
Yea im on they ass,
They know it,
Sometimes i think bout my past,
Grab pincel n pad,
Then roll up that gas,
I blow it,
I think they sadly mistaken,
Think ima keep waitin,
It aint no debatin,
Or nigating,
Yea ill go to war with that tek,
U wont need a vest,
Why u playing checkers?,
This chess,

My circle small, but its a ok,
Im allergic to fake niggas anyway,
Niggas get on then fade away,
I remember the struggle like yesterday,
They need to stop all that cappin,
They know theyn trappin,
You know if im rappin,
It happened,
Im just gone gone call they bluff.
U niggas aint tough,
Aint come from the rough,
Enough!
Road to riches,
Yea Thats been in the plan,
Now its high demand,
But ima keep praying,
Im sayin,
I done came up from the bottom,
No really the bottom,
Now i want a lotta,
Whole lotta,
No really,
Its a oooook,
Respect,
Myyyyyy space,
Nal its,
Tooooo late,
Cnt,
Infaaaaaa trate,
I know whats been on ya mind,
Dnt want me to sign,
U know its my time,
Im live,
They just want let me be great,
They know its my fate,
They copy n paste,
Im straight,
I just been focused on me,
Aint get no degree,
But still,
My folks gotta eat,
So i just cook up in tha booth,
N tell em my truth,
Show em my proof,
Then poof,

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