Kanye West, Shenseea and Rooga - Ok Ok pt 2

Okay, now they got me, wanna rap again
Healed a wound and then you stab me in my back again (uh)
You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand (uh)
Not the type to come around and try to play a friend
You the type to cut the grass and snake your bestest man
I'm the type to close the deal and cut my n- in
See me in person, I look like a ghost (grrr)
See me in person, I look like a ghost (bow)
You wanna come in and play with the GOAT (bow)
You wanna come in and play with the GOAT (God body)
All you rap n- sound like me, can't tell who is who
You got no real identity, can't tell you from you
Price went up (yeah), angel investor (yeah)
Price went up (uh), angel investor

Okay, okay, I'm not okay (not okay)
Think you're good, it's not okay (no, they all away)
Okay, okay, I'm not okay (uh, I'm not okay)
Think you're good, get out the way
(Ah, Shenseea) uh

Nuh trust any and any man (any man)
Pree dem man, me play along (play along)
Watch how dem ah sing mi song
Suddenly dem tun a fan
Aim with precision
Fi number one position
Write the plan, right my wrong
And look, now I'm the boss in charge
Used to talk down pon me, now me on top
Left me inna struggle suh nuh badda come back (yeah)
Tek me fi granted, tek me fi soft
And if you play hard
If you let me down, me n'ave no food fi give you right 'ya now
Me lock di shop down
Mi did like when you show love to mi face then chat behind mi back
Nuh trust people, cyaan' trust people
From dem eat the fruit, mankind tun evil
Get cut off, you will get cut off
Me nuh care how much memories we have in the past
You bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single
Me bruk up wid mi ex, him dead to me, I'm a widow
Get cut off, you will get cut off
Me nuh care how much memories we have in the past (yeah)
Bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single
Me bruk up wid mi ex, him dead to me, I'm a widow, uh (yeah, yeah)

It's been plenty times you closed the door on me
That s- really show me how much you say you a bro to me
Showed you love and you constantly cold-shouldered me
But ain't no goin' back to fixin' up, that's the older me, yeah
I'm done with all the fake s-, I had enough of that, yeah
I done had too many n- stab me in the back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They say they with you, but they really puttin' on a act
That's when s- hit the fan and all of sudden, all the facts show
You gotta chin up and show a n- tough love
Let 'em go without you, just to show 'em what it was
We was so close, you would've thought we was blood
We got the same pain, we come from the mud
I swear this s- make me wanna put my all in it, yeah
You can hear the pain 'cause I put my heart in it, yeah
Most of these n- ain't real, they don't wanna see me winnin', no
Most of these n- ain't real, they don't wanna see me winnin' (no)

But it's okay, we gon' be okay
Only show up when we cut the cake (oh yeah)
Showin' love, but we okay (we okay)
Find God, 'fore it's too late

Written by:
Chinsea Linda Lee, Denzel Charles, Kanye Omari West, Louis Bell, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Maxie Lee III Ryles, Tyshane Thompson

Publisher:
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