AJ Bank$y - Are You Okay? Lyrics

Bank$y be okay, Bank$y be okay, I be okay
Bank$y be okay, Bank$y be okay, I be okay
Bank$y be okay, Bank$y be okay, I be okay
Bank$y be okay
Let me tell you 'bout my life or would that be way too cliche
Me and Scotty hitting stains, we take yo wallet any day
Hit Mickeal up for the info just to make sure that it's safe
Then we hit the ATM, and pimp yo card and let's get paid
That ain't work, and we still broke, but let's go home and roll the weed
I can't tell if I'm too influenced or maybe I'm the lead
At my core I'm just an evil man but momma's favorite seed
Smoking Blacks until I'm nauseous, let tobacco stain my teeth
Dining hall was in the budget 'cause Melinda paid the fee
Wash that chicken down with Everclear, it's clear it help me see
Skipping all my classes just so I could rap with no degree
Me and Kwaku do like seven shows and that's just in a week
Hit Apache, that's ironic, I got Native in my blood
They said that T.I. was hosting, why that nigga ain't show up
I performed, the venue empty, I'm the last one in the club
If I wasn't raised a child of God, I might just shoot it up
I'll be okay
Bank$y be okay, Bank$y be okay, I be okay
Bank$y be okay, Bank$y be okay, I be okay
When it's dark I need the light, parking lot if need to fight
I'm depressed up in my dorm, I watch the day turn into night
I see Nitou, give her hug, 'cause her smile make my day
And she ask me how I'm doing with no judgment in her face
Everywhere I see the fake, in the mirror not exempt
Shorty feed me every day, I save her name as shrimp and grits
Okay I joke, but don't provoke, I turn this Bible to a K
And I'm not violent, I'm Orion, that's a star to lead the way
Plus I'm a hunter, I been hunting for a job that I could take
Remember like two years ago I didn't think I'd graduate
But I'm okay, and Mom okay, and Poppy did hop on that plane
He saw me walk, and I ain't trip, and that's the most important thing
Daddy got to text his relatives and sing them all my praise
And I suppose that's consolation for the nights that I did slave
But still I
Pick up the pack, put in the whip
Need to invest in a gun on my hip
Need me a burner that open with flip
Federal agents obsessed with the kid
I'm in the Ford when I'm low in the field
Don't got a tint it ain't nothing concealed
Can't feel my feelings, ain't nothing to heal
Ain't had a perky in more than a year
Everything dead it ain't nothing to kill
I'm at the top if we talking 'bout skill
Niggas be lame and they living facade
Wipe off yo shoe 'fore you get in this car
I'm unconcerned with the life of a star
Don't got no time to invest in a broad
She at the spot with no pantie and bra
I'm tryna sleep, I got work in the morn
Back on the road, guess I'll see you tomorrow
Austin in town gotta pick up my bro
Family in Florida it's back to the O
Don't pass it to me you know I can't smoke
I need a M like we finding the slope
I need a M like we finding the slope