OKAY//LOST

[Chorus: luvseat]
Okay, I been going up for a minute
Why they love to hate on me? I don't get it
Okay, I been posted up, countin' digits
Too much money on me, yeah my pockets got no limit

[Verse: luvseat & kiwifrooot]
Okay, I been smokin' gas, now I'm coughing
If I see it and I like it, I'mma cop it
I been runnin' to the bag, gettin' profit
These posers really make me sick, I wanna vomit, ugh

I done choke, choke and put 'em in a coffin (Yeah)
Heavy hard hitter, crack open, now they soften (Ay)
[?] you ain't foolin' when they walk in
Push my coat open, [?] and they knockin'

They say that I switched up, I only switched up on the fakes
Yeah I'm tryna stack this shit up, got no room for mistakes
Growing fast, bitch I been up, no time to hit thе brakes
Mama told me keep my chin up and watch out for the snakеs

I never liked you, niggas
[?] too [?] for you
No I was never like you, niggas
You're confident and flaunt it 'cause you got a few figures but no common sense
[?]

[Chorus: luvseat]
Okay, I been going up for a minute
Why they love to hate on me? I don't get it
Okay, I been posted up, countin' digits
Too much money on me, yeah my pockets got no limit

Okay, I been going up for a minute
Why they love to hate on me? I don't get it
Okay, I been posted up, countin' digits
Too much money on me, yeah my pockets got no limit

[Verse 2: luvseat & Lando Senju]
Okay okay, had to cut off all the fakers
Talk shit all you want, I'm still richer than all my haters
Call y'all Slenderman, get mad when I get paper
This time next year I'll be ballin' like a Laker
I don't fuck with bud, I'm only smokin' on that vapor
Give her just the tip but lil shawty not a waiter
I could son the scene, bitch I'm luvseat the creator
I don't work for free, no I don't do no fuckin' favors, okay

Okay, put that bullet in his brain
[?] trench coat [?] and got me feeling like I'm Blade
[?] pockets [?] like I'm Bane
I guess I'll murder you myself and then I'll piss upon your grave

Okay get away from me, you ain't a [?]
[?] dick sucking (Ha)
So we pop 'em like a pimple
Bullets [?] like a BB sided on my pistol

[Chorus: luvseat]
Okay, I been going up for a minute
Why they love to hate on me? I don't get it
Okay, I been posted up, countin' digits
Too much money on me, yeah my pockets got no limit

Okay, I been going up for a minute
Why they love to hate on me? I don't get it
Okay, I been posted up, countin' digits
Too much money on me, yeah my pockets got no limit

Okay

[Outro: NotNevi]
I been going up for a minute
I been anxious, I been tending while my homies do the most
Staying posted up and fending, I don't got shit
My wallet drier than the lint up in my fucking pocket
First telling me one day that I'm the motherfucking top shit
But I'll be surprised if I can make it past this August
I'll be honest, I don't know where I'm heading, I'm never cautious
Everyday's a new day waking up inside this coffin

Every move I make I feel more lost, more lost
Every move I make I feel more lost, more lost