Chords for Okay

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100.5 bpm
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Em

C

E

D

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
[Em] Why the fuck they put my business on the block?
Brody said he'd rather spend shit than [B] rock
he ain't playin' dog That's your plan dog, [B] that's your man dog
Shit bingin' shaky, I'm stayin' where I'm
Why would you play and you know where I'm faded?
I been good so I'm dancing this payback
I'm the hero so they gotta faith that
100%  ➙  101BPM
Em
121
C
3211
E
2311
D
1321
B
12341112
Em
121
C
3211
E
2311
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_ [Em] Why _ _ the fuck they put my business on the block?
Sister know they never gotta get a job Brody said he'd rather spend shit than [B] rock
Damn [C] dog, he ain't playin' dog That's your plan dog, [B] that's your man dog
Fuck both of them, I want them all [E] gone Shit bingin' shaky, I'm stayin' where I'm
safe at Coping spots, I don't know where I stay at
Why would you play and you know where I'm faded?
Flippin' words when you know I [C] ain't say that I been good so I'm dancing this payback
Smokin' woods in the back of [D] the Maybach I'm the hero so they gotta faith that
Hit the road, where the fuck is [Em] my K-Map?
I'm on another one, bought another car Then another [E] one, bank account like I just
won a settlement Sippin' water, I'mma do the medicine
Pockets [C] on elephant large I get two pretty women to come kick it with
me At the penthouse, [D] we have a menage
I go in any nigga city, bunch of killers with me
[Em] Everybody gotta ride Where I'm not at, before I fall out
Just that drink, talk, oh yeah 15'5 cars when I pop out, I rent [C]
ATL
When I get old, I might have back problems [E] These trippin' ladies, big as hell
I done fucked M's up with these lawyers Tryna get my [Em] niggas out of jail
When the rats all run to whatever for [E] brody We came up with cars that was stolen
[Em] Before I drop, I'mma have it on top of this fashion I'm stayin' in church with [C] the owners
You stabbed me right in my back when you coulda just asked
But what happened when you beat [D] his lawyer?
We sharin' all of this shit
From the money, the [B] cost of the hoes that I'm outta [Em] the water
One of my niggas got out and another one in So I'm gettin' sick and tired of that order
I see you drownin', I'm comin' to help you I'm riskin' it all, I'mma die in that water
I'm rich as fuck, I can do what I wanna Came over sober, she left me a stoner
She know she feelin' free beside her corner But I fuck her like I'm fresh from Farmer's Market
I ain't can't change, I'm stuck in my ways Pop a half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now, okay, tell him no play with you
Okay, [C] I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too
I do everything that [Em] I can do, make it happen, no makin' excuses
I'm from the proof, I'm the one and not the two
Yeah, lotta money on you now, yeah Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah Tryna buy you fools a house, [C] yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah You can't sit and wait around, [Em] yeah
Gotta get up [E] and get out, yeah You gotta get this shit now, [Em] yeah
I got a collin' then, cause I just want it, yeah Run up and check and look out for my brother
I acted a trick and that nigga was stutterin' I knew him for years and he don't know my glove on
[C] You can't come around if you keep on recordin' I'm trappin', you trappin', that shit [E] be a tournament
Voice in the trench and I can be your journalist I pull up a cop with the niggas who murder [Em] him
But I ain't gon' hold you, nigga, ain't told I told you Niggas be usin' emojis, sayin' I'm bogus
I was just down on my back, I couldn't sit, cash, I roast
[C] My brother did teen, got out of jail, I'm glow I [Em] take care of my block, I post
[D] I'm done fuckin' hoes who low Pop me a ten, ain't feel it
I gotta go boot up [Em] some doors Askin' I leave in them streets alone
Bro went to jail and I got on my phone Yeah, it's cause he thinks he lost his emotion
My brother think he ain't comin' [C] home Spend all his felonies, gettin' you gone
Switch on the [E] nickel, I feel like a stone The niggas who died, I never respond
I'm slappin' them [Em] bitches, don't lose no bones
I can't gain, I'm stuck in my ways Pop a half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now, okay Tell him no play with me, okay
[C] I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of [Em] me too
I do everything that I can do Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I'm sure I'm proof, I'm the one and not the two
Yeah, lotta money on you now, yeah Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah Tryin' to buy you folks a house, [C] yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah You can't sit and [Em] wait around, yeah
Gotta get up [E] and get out, yeah You gotta get this shit now, [Em] yeah
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