Ain’t Ok - GRIP ft. GRIP

Yeah, y'all niggas be playin'

Y'all niggas got each other, motherfuckin' wait up

Don't fuck with me 'til then, you can't

Uh, holla at me once you cop some land

Concoct a proper plan to make your knot expand

And not whippin' your pops Dedan

The shit you jot can jam

Without hitting that skip button

And you quit clucking 'bout all that stick clutchin

And 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 them, Slim drafted him with the first pick

Still own every piece of art I ever released

Get on my level at least, 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 fuck?

Fast pacing, the lads is crashing out at gas stations, glass breakin'

Kick dooring your dads 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 got a gun case I gotta push your shit to the side

'Cause a jit tryna 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 they mind is the one that tell time on the front

Guck Biden and trump

A line and a blunt three-five of the Runtz

Percs the pill lady been prescribing for months

Feel like you died and alive all at once

Twelve 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 your 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 prolly only do about five in the can

But at least you alive

Run back to the streets just to thrive

Motherfuckers gotta eat to survive

The kids ain’t okay, uh-uh no way

They crashin' out, man, a nigga get killed everyday

Them ratchets out, blood and tears finna spill everyday

The kids ain’t okay