It get rough around my way okay okay
Cus niggas dying everyday okay okay
Stay on your toes like it's ballet okay okay
Oh you get baked like a souffle okay okay
I've been trapping melodies aww
Took my talents then I turned it into cheese aww yeah yeah
Smoking gas i'm blowing cheeba
All these stripes I should be sponsored by Adidas yeah yeah
I'm back on the road, i'm back on the road, i'm back to these bands again
My haters upset they full of regret they want to be friends again yeah
Money don't wait and i'm running late i'm f*cking up plans again yeah
Bitches talk down cus they ain't around and they want a chance again yeah
Moon rocks to get my mind right
Cold bars every line sound like a Klondike yeah
Cameras flashing like it's prom night
Kamikaze watch me blow up when the times right okay
When I kicked down that door I said i'm moving in
I just hopped up in the game but I ain't new to this
New York state of mind i'm Patrick Ewing it
All these blue hundreds no cripping but i'm cooling it
Time to hop off that porch and get them commas aye
Drop top brand new Porsche that's for my momma aye
The old team on rebuild they like the Thunder aye
OTM young LeeMan run up them numbers yeah
I can never flop because i'm Heaven sent
I'm just climbing to the top because i'm hella lit
Tell me who the hell gone speak out for the innocent
The whole world full of people that just want to win
Living in the U.S but it ain't about us aye
All the black kids still sitting in the back of the bus
Your relationship won't work if it ain't got trust aye
Ashes to ashes we living in dust to dust yeah
Know we got it out the mud we came from nothing
I then gave up all them drugs ain't no more thugging
Say the streets covered in blood that glocky busting
Everybody showing me love cus I be buzzing yeah
You popping paper tags okay okay
You running up that bag okay okay
You got that brand new swag okay okay
Ain't trying to finish last okay okay
You popping paper tags okay okay
You running up that bag okay okay
You got that brand new swag okay okay
Ain't trying to finish last okay okay
I said I got one, I said we got one
Put a finger up if you got one
Keep your finger up if you got one
LeeMan - Okay (feat. Mir Fontane) Lyrics
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It get rough around my way okay okay
Cus niggas dying everyday okay okay
Stay on your toes like it's ballet okay okay
Oh you get baked like a souffle okay okay
I've been trapping melodies aww
Took my talents then I turned it into cheese aww yeah yeah
Smoking gas i'm blowing cheeba
All these stripes I should be sponsored by Adidas yeah yeah
I'm back on the road, i'm back on the road, i'm back to these bands again
My haters upset they full of regret they want to be friends again yeah
Money don't wait and i'm running late i'm f*cking up plans again yeah
Bitches talk down cus they ain't around and they want a chance again yeah
Moon rocks to get my mind right
Cold bars every line sound like a Klondike yeah
Cameras flashing like it's prom night
Kamikaze watch me blow up when the times right okay
When I kicked down that door I said i'm moving in
I just hopped up in the game but I ain't new to this
New York state of mind i'm Patrick Ewing it
All these blue hundreds no cripping but i'm cooling it
Time to hop off that porch and get them commas aye
Drop top brand new Porsche that's for my momma aye
The old team on rebuild they like the Thunder aye
OTM young LeeMan run up them numbers yeah
I can never flop because i'm Heaven sent
I'm just climbing to the top because i'm hella lit
Tell me who the hell gone speak out for the innocent
The whole world full of people that just want to win
Living in the U.S but it ain't about us aye
All the black kids still sitting in the back of the bus
Your relationship won't work if it ain't got trust aye
Ashes to ashes we living in dust to dust yeah
Know we got it out the mud we came from nothing
I then gave up all them drugs ain't no more thugging
Say the streets covered in blood that glocky busting
Everybody showing me love cus I be buzzing yeah
You popping paper tags okay okay
You running up that bag okay okay
You got that brand new swag okay okay
Ain't trying to finish last okay okay
You popping paper tags okay okay
You running up that bag okay okay
You got that brand new swag okay okay
Ain't trying to finish last okay okay
I said I got one, I said we got one
Put a finger up if you got one
Keep your finger up if you got one
Cus niggas dying everyday okay okay
Stay on your toes like it's ballet okay okay
Oh you get baked like a souffle okay okay
I've been trapping melodies aww
Took my talents then I turned it into cheese aww yeah yeah
Smoking gas i'm blowing cheeba
All these stripes I should be sponsored by Adidas yeah yeah
I'm back on the road, i'm back on the road, i'm back to these bands again
My haters upset they full of regret they want to be friends again yeah
Money don't wait and i'm running late i'm f*cking up plans again yeah
Bitches talk down cus they ain't around and they want a chance again yeah
Moon rocks to get my mind right
Cold bars every line sound like a Klondike yeah
Cameras flashing like it's prom night
Kamikaze watch me blow up when the times right okay
When I kicked down that door I said i'm moving in
I just hopped up in the game but I ain't new to this
New York state of mind i'm Patrick Ewing it
All these blue hundreds no cripping but i'm cooling it
Time to hop off that porch and get them commas aye
Drop top brand new Porsche that's for my momma aye
The old team on rebuild they like the Thunder aye
OTM young LeeMan run up them numbers yeah
I can never flop because i'm Heaven sent
I'm just climbing to the top because i'm hella lit
Tell me who the hell gone speak out for the innocent
The whole world full of people that just want to win
Living in the U.S but it ain't about us aye
All the black kids still sitting in the back of the bus
Your relationship won't work if it ain't got trust aye
Ashes to ashes we living in dust to dust yeah
Know we got it out the mud we came from nothing
I then gave up all them drugs ain't no more thugging
Say the streets covered in blood that glocky busting
Everybody showing me love cus I be buzzing yeah
You popping paper tags okay okay
You running up that bag okay okay
You got that brand new swag okay okay
Ain't trying to finish last okay okay
You popping paper tags okay okay
You running up that bag okay okay
You got that brand new swag okay okay
Ain't trying to finish last okay okay
I said I got one, I said we got one
Put a finger up if you got one
Keep your finger up if you got one
Writer: Bruce Hurdle
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid