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Ain't OK Video (MV)




Performed By: Grip
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Jawara Barnett, Kyle Clow, Nkosi Harbert




Grip - Ain't OK Lyrics
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Yeah
Y'all niggas be playing
Y'all niggas gotta get y'all motherf*ckin' 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
Motherf*ckers 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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Yeah
Y'all niggas be playing
Y'all niggas gotta get y'all motherf*ckin' 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
Motherf*ckers 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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Writer: Jawara Barnett, Kyle Clow, Nkosi Harbert
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