I'm Okay

I don't need no love, it's cold as ice and I'm okay I just need them blue, build them on this, I'm okay I just need the mafia right beside me, I'll be okay I don't want no wife, he just a thick bitch for the day And my right hand, he got trigger, I either shoot him like he clay And the way he push the mileage on the foreign, it's not okay Hope that we don't crash today, 250 on the dash, you wait I got cash to chase today, pray God fill up my plate today Risk it all for that cash, for that bag, I'm on go time Pedals to the metal, I can't settle, I want all of mine Hogwitch in the bando, birdies flyin' like a airline Hope the boys in blue don't ever spot us, so that's cage time R.A.P.P.M. 120, G-Elite and A.M.G I get all type of transactions, I count different currencies I seen plenty rats come off a laptop, bros keep swiping C's Blood inside the mafia, claim no other, come check in with me I don't feel no threat, I don't feel no OPP, got my dick in the shoe and it's safe I don't f*ck with no n****s, I don't f*ck with the block Spend my money and stay out the way And I gamble my life like a Benny Pate, out on the road And I'm down and I'm with it, whatever, I'm chasing this money away I came from nothing, I turn the sun, provided, sliding My n****s for me through a riot, I think my brothers are biased To them, I'm the best, so for me, they gon' up in the rising King of the ship, I'm the captain, I'm the QB calling plays I'm in the field, I've been stepping for days I'm laying low, I don't want me a case Black on black, we not leaving a trace You ain't cut like me, you ain't got what it takes Don't speak my language, you cannot relate Self-made n***a, I carry my weight Straight out the mud, pop shit in they face I'm on the ride, 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***a, I'm straight I don't need no love, it's cold as ice and I'm okay I just need them blue, build them on it, so I'm okay I just need the mafia right beside me, I'll be okay I don't want no wifey, just a thick bitch for the day And my right hand, he got trigger eyed It's shooting like he clay And the way he push the mileage on the foreign, it's not okay Hope that we don't crash today, 250 on the dash away I got cash to chase today, pray God fill up my blade today