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rw 5ive - ok lyrics

[chorus]
swear to god, i came from nothing, so why you always in my mix?
leave the house, ain’t worried ’bout nothing ’cause this .45 came wit’ a— okay
ninth grade, wouldn’t let me hit, now she gon’ pop it ’cause i’m lit
few months ago, wouldn’t look my way, now she looking at my wrist

[verse]
and he beefing wit’ his self, i don’t know why he dropped that diss
cap rappin’ in his songs, knowin’ good and well he’d never spin
he ain’t never pop no band, go to the mall, you ain’t never spend
i drop disses ’cause i make pape’, it don’t make sense if it don’t make cents
uh
okay, cool
turn down my headphones
i’m in thе booth right now and i’m off a perc’ man, it got my head gone
i’m sixteen, i’m poppin’ it bad, put hardеst rapper on my headstone
hit her off that honey and the perky and now her legs gone
made 5 racks off an cellphone and that’s no+cap rap
the other day, deleted instagram ’cause that’s a cap app
i’ll never tell the opps when i’m gon’ spin ’cause that’s a rat trap
no+cap rap, back in tenth grade, had perkies in my backpack
he know he not no shooter, he be lying, talkin’ ’bout his gun jammed
what happened to that last opp you caught up wit’?
i’m made him run, fam
i ain’t gotta sell no bags, i’m trappin’ features until the sun down
only reason i ain’t jump head first in the streets, can’t let my mom down
i remember what’s+his+name, who dissed the block, but he gone now
man, i miss them ig lives, i can’t even troll and ask what he on now
my main girl found out about my side, gotta get a new phone now
i don’t ever text her back, but when i’m with her, can’t put my phone down
babygirl, you backdoor me, when i backdoor back, you say i’m wrong now
i done ran up so much money, i swear, i barely be making songs now
i done ran up so much money, i swear, i barely be making songs now
[chorus]
swear to god, i came from nothing, so why you always in my mix?
leave the house, ain’t worried ’bout nothing ’cause this .45 came wit’ a— okay
ninth grade, wouldn’t let me hit, now she gon’ pop it ’cause i’m lit
few months ago, wouldn’t look my way, now she looking at my wrist

- rw 5ive lyrics

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