Discover the poetic beauty in ‘OK, You’re Right’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay)
Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay)
When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (yeah)
Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you’re right (I’m rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you’re right (for mine)
I’m in that 760 leaning when I’m stunting
I blow 50 G’s, I mean with ease like this is nothing
Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to my jeweler
He’s putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it’s worth it
Come through hit you up, I’ll make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back
They don’t talk about me in my face because I’m strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that ‘gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don’t know how to act
By the second bottle that’s when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain’t nobody saying nothing (okay, okay, okay)
When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (yeah)
Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you’re right (I’m rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you’re right (for mine)
I blew a hundred G’s on my bitches in Miami
They think I’m the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me ’bout the shotty
I don’t even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga, I ain’t crazy, bitches like me cause I’m paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I’m balling I’m not talking ’bout a ball
I’m talkin’ ’bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this
Me I’m like that painting on the wall, baby I’m priceless
You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay, okay, okay)
When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (yeah)
Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you’re right (I’m rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you’re right (for mine)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, sho’ you right
Okay, okay, okay, okay, you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you’re right