Kanye West – I’m Not Ok Lyrics

I’m Not Ok Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Rooga & Lil Yachty

[Verse 1: Kanye West] Okay, now they got me, wanna rap again
Heal the wound, then you stab me in my back again
You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand
Not the type to come around and try to play your friend
You the type to cut the gra$$ and snake your bestie’s man
I’m the type to close the deal and cut my niqqas in
See me in person, I look like a ghost
See me in person, I look like a ghost

 

You wanna come and then play with the goat
You wanna come and then play with the goat
All you rap niqqas 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
Okay, okay, I’m not okay

 

[Chorus: Kanye West] Okay, okay, I’m not okay
Think you good? It’s not okay
Okay, okay, I’m not okay
Think you good? Get out the way

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Who said I did? What? What did they do?
Why the hell you hatin’ so damn hard so I must pay you?
They don’t keep me ’round ’cause I’m straight truth
My dawg locked up, had more homeruns than Babe Ruth
Had them chickens cleanin’ my house, I told them, “Be of use”
If I see disloyalty then we gon’ cut ’em loose

 

Havin’ my hands ’round her neck, grip tight like a noose
Tell you a story with a bad ending ’cause I’m not a Seuss (Yeah)
Had some drugs around to the thugs for an immunity boost
Double cup fill to the top, with the serenity juice
Moment of silence, RIP to Juice
If they say it’s up, it’s up, I don’t need the truce
Everything I do is solely for them broken youths
I just took over the night with my index
She told me to go to hell like I ain’t been that
And I’m still puttin’ overtime like I ain’t win yet

 

 

[Chorus: Kanye West, Lil Yachty & JHE Rooga] Okay, okay, I’m not okay (Yuh)
Think you good? It’s not okay
Okay, okay, I’m not okay
Think you good? Get out the way (Yeah)

[Verse 3: JHE Rooga] It’s been plenty times you closed the door on me, that sh!t really sore me
How much you say you a bro to me?
Sold you love and you constantly cold-shouldered me
But ain’t no goin’ back to fixin’ up, that’s the older me, yeah
I’m done with all the fake sh!t, I had enough of that, yeah
I done had too many niqqas stab me in the back
They say they with you, but they really puttin’ on a act

 

That’s when sh!t hit the fan and all of sudden, all the facts show
You gotta chain up and show a niqqa 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 sh!t make me wanna put my all-in again
You can hear the pain ’cause I put my heart in it, yeah
Most of these niqqas ain’t real, they don’t wanna see me winnin’, no
Most of these niqqas ain’t real, they don’t wanna see me winnin’, no

 

[Chorus] But it’s okay, we gon’ be okay
Only show up when we cut the cake (Oh, yeah)
Showin’ love but we okay (We okay)
Find God ‘fore it’s too late