Songtext zu 'Ok Ok (Pt 2)' von Kanye West

Ok, now they got me wanna rap again
Healed the wound, and then you stab me in the back again (uh)
You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand (uh)

Not the type to come around and try to play a friend
You the type to cut the grass and snake your bestest man
I'm the type to close the deal and cut my niggas in

See me in person I look like a ghost
See me in person I look like a ghost
You wanna come in and play with the GOAT
You wanna come in and play with the GOAT
All you rap— sound like me, can't tell who is who
You got no real identity, can't tell you from you
Price went up, angel investor
Price went up, angel investor

Ok, ok, I'm not okay
Think you're good, it's not ok
Ok, ok, I'm not okay (I'm not okay)
Think you're good, get out the way
A Shenseea

Nuh truss any and any man
Pree dem and mi play along
Watch how dem a sing mi song
Suddenly, dem tun a fan
Aim wid precision fi numba one position
Write di plan, right mi wrong
And look now, I'm di boss in charge

Used to talk down pon mi, now mi on top
Lef mi inna struggle so nuh badda come back
Tek mi fi granted, tek mi fi soft
And if yuh play hard
If yuh let mi down mi nuh have no food fi give you right ya now
Mi lock mi shop 'cause mi nuh like when you show luv to mi face den chat behind mi back
Nuh trust people, cyaan trust people
From dem eat di fruit, mankind tun evil

Get cut off, you wi get cut off
Me nuh care how much memories we have in di past
Yuh bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single
Mi broke up wid mi ex, him dead to mi, I'm a widow

Get cut off, you wi get cut off
Me nuh care how much memories we have in di past
Bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single
Mi bruk up with mi ex, him dead to mi, I'm a widow, uh

It's been plenty times you closed the door on me
That— really show me how much you say you a bro to me
Showed you love and you constantly cold-shouldered me
But ain't no going back to fixing up, that's the older me, yeah

I'm done with all the fake shit, I had enough of that, yeah
I done had too many niggas stab me in the back
They say they with you, but they really puttin' on a act
That's when— hit the fan and all of sudden, all the facts show

You gotta chin up and show a nigga tough love
Let 'em go without you, just to show 'em what it was
We was so close, you would've thought we was blood
We got the same pain, we come from the mud
I swear this shit make me wanna put my all in it, yeah
You can hear the pain 'cause I put my heart in it, yeah
Most of these— ain't real, they don't wanna see me winning, no
Most of these— ain't real, they don't wanna see me winning, no

But it's ok, we gon' be ok
Only show up when we cut the cake (oh, yeah)
Showing love, but we ok (we ok)
Find God, 'fore it's too late