O.K – Sammy Adams

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Flow so cold with a bitch so hot
That when JCO, spit it up I drop
Drop drop, drop drop
So many hands up like the crowd from cops I
Went back to the real me
Had to send my old stock back to the realty
And in the meantime, I be on my damn grind
I be out of my damn mind
(I’ve been on my…)
All day up in the stool
Boston’s boy, who the fuck are you?
Tell me you all, could even rep that dude
Sold all these records before you know who
Back on tracks, got my racks
So 500, I ain’t getting no pat
Cool in the game, Hollywood swing
Feels so good like I’m baked oh man
Yay card and now fall back
Vacate the fields swap shoes with shaq
Joe found yay, I found me
Funny how some dropouts get so paid
Fake fans left, real ones stay
OK cool yea, that’s that gang
Sellin out arenas 2 0 13
MJ swag means 6 damn rings
6 damn rings, 6 damn rings
OK cool yea, that’s that gang
OK cool yea, that’s that gang
OK cool yea, that’s that gang
OK OK