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
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
[Chorus]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin’ (yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin’ cause they see me when I’m rollin (yeah)
Man I can’t help it that they really doin’ bad (naw, naw)
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 leanin’ when I’m stuntin’
I blow fifty G’s, I mean with ease like this is nothin’
Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talkin’ to my jeweller
He’s puttin’ 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
Niggaz 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 buzzin’
I say I run New York and ain’t nobody sayin’ nothin’ (okay okay okay)
[Chorus]
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, switchin’ 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 ballin’ I’m not talkin’ ’bout a ball
I’m talkin’ ’bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I’m like that paintin’ 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)
[Chorus]
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