I’m Okay

IMG_0698.jpgYSL jeans with the shoes. Blacked out, cool for the cruise. West end nigga. North side kid with the moves. That bitch think she’s bad. Damn, she think she’s bad. I’m the first to dust your team, why you get so sad.


Trash the fucking place. Empty out your safe. I don’t know. I’ve been up for days. Thinking of your face. Oh my god. I’ve been on some shit; can’t control my dick. Know the truth, she’s the only one that loves me like a son. Tell me why you took so long to say you loved me. I don’t know. All these groupies I don’t fuck with just to hide this pain I hold. Been some time since I spoke my fucking mind. Won’t you take this fucking time just to see this fucking sign.


I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay, nigga. I’m okay.

Truth be told I want you back. Truth be told I got your back. Truth be told those things I said I’d like to kindly take them back.

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, nigga. I’m okay.

Thank you, Baby James.

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