i'm okay - astrokidjay & streameum lyrics
[chorus]
i don’t need no love, it’s cold as ice and i’m okay
i just need them blue bill, them hunnids, i’m okay
i just need the mafia right beside me, i’ll be okay
i don’t want no wifey, just a thick b*tch for the day
and my right*hand, he got triggeritis, shootin’ like he klay
and the way he push the mileage on a foreign, it’s not okay
hope that we don’t crash today, two*fifty on the dash way
i got cash to chase today, break off, fill up my plate today
[verse]
risk it all, for that cash, for that bag, i’m on go time
pedal to the metal, i can’t settle, i want [?]
[?] in the bando, birdies flyin’ like a airline
hope the boys in blue don’t evеr spot us or that’s case time
heart ratе bpm one*twenty, gle the amg
i get all types of transactions, i count different currencies
i seen plenty racks come off a laptop, brodie swippin’ c’s
blood inside the mafia, claim no other, come check in with me
i don’t fear no threat, i don’t fear no opp, got my bl!ck and [?]
i don’t f*ck with them n*ggas, i don’t f*ck with the blogs
get my money and stay out the way
and i gamble my life like a bet and parlay
out on the road and i’m down, and i’m with it, whatever i’m chasin’ this money away
i came from nothin’ turned to somethin’, providin’, slidin’, my n*ggas for me, throw a riot
i think my brothers [?], for me they gon’ up it and rise it
king of this sh*t, [?], i’m the qb callin’ plays
i’m in the field i’ve been steppin’ for days
i’m layin’ low i don’t want me a case
black on black, we not leavin’ a trace
you ain’t cut like me, you ain’t got what it takes
you don’t speak my language, you cannot relate
self made n*gga, i carry my weight
straight out the mud, put sh*t in they face
i’m on the [?], there ain’t no debate
where you was at when i had no cake?
i get mine, get my own plate
i don’t need no n*gga, i’m straight
[chorus]
i don’t need no love, it’s cold as ice and i’m okay
i just need them blue bill, them hunnids, i’m okay
i just need the mafia right beside me, i’ll be okay
i don’t want no wifey, just a thick b*tch for the day
and my right*hand, he got triggeritis, shootin’ like he klay
and the way he push the mileage on a foreign, it’s not okay
hope that we don’t crash today, two*fifty on the dash way
i got cash to chase today, break off, fill up my plate today
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