[Verse 1:] Summer '24, I'm single as a dollar bill Handsome and wealthy, can't forget the fact a nigha real Why you got the best rap hits on zona ? 'Cause I'm the best still A girlnever catch me slippin', yeah, banana peel Ever lost a real one, you dropped the ball, baby Young Jalen Brown, yeah, I'm 'bout to ball, baby I was chillin' in the crib when Coach made the call You takin' off this year? I said, "Nigha, no" All I'm hearin' 'bout is non rapin nighas. I Been on fire for a year, bitch, I stay hot Who you nighas playin' with?, I beat the red Millionaire back then, that's on Shawty Redd Thought that I was over, I'm like, "Окау" Mama lookin' down on the boy, she like, "Go, E" Used to have be a low class rapper now I’m more than okay, y’all been on here for only a couple months and still okay, I’m the king of rap. [hook] I'm Zona’s king of rap, nighas be rappin' okay He think that she fuckin' with me, is this nigha okay? She said she ain't fuckin' 'round, I look at her like, "Okay" I used to be down bad, but now a nigha okay I'm Zona’s king of rap, nighas be rappin' okay He think that he fuckin' with me, is this nigha okay? She said she ain't fuckin' 'round, | look at her like, "Okay" I used to be down bad, but now a nigha okay [Verse 1] Look, nighas wack, when the vamp is back, they taking place again (Ooh) Nighas sick, nighas got germs, I cannot play with them The king of rap, I'm back outside, I'm in they face again They online, they talking crazy, nurse, They escaped again (Ah) Ooh, they ain't tell you you look busted, baby, they some bad friends I could pop up in the hood because I'm really tapped in Whole career is downhill like the slopes in Aspen Those numbers ain't addin' up, I mean, the math ain't mathin' [hook] [Verse 2] You must be out your mind, or you must be high Fucking with the blueprint Nowhere near shy, see I make you cry The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby Oh yeah, and by the way (That's right), you got one more day (C'mon) Or you got to pay, you got something to say? Yeah, bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch Thought you'd be around long? Wrong bitch! [hook] [verse 3] Fresh out the hiatus building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black vamp, call me Elijah Sentina I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn nigha, you go wrong I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone, then send a nigha a kite Man I do's it in designer boots or a pair of crisp Nikes [hook] [verse 4] Now a party ain't a party 'til the king come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Elijah’s that boy, even got his own shoe Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up [hook] [Outro] Next

OKAY 2*