Off da Zoinkys

Ya ya ya ya ya ya Ah Alright, J.I.D and Christo Y'all niggas need to lay off the drugs Some of y'all need to lay off the dope My niggas getting it straight off the boat Pure cut, put it straight to your nose I ain't nosy, but I know what I know Mr. Know It All, oh here he go I'm the GOAT, I never go with the flow Throwing shots boy, blow for a blow I'm the nigga kick the do' with the dough I'm the nigga fuck the hoe with the hoe I'm the nigga lit the blunt with the blunt I'ma get it 'cause I want what I want I'ma say this shit again and again I'ma go and put the shit to an end I'm the sickest with the pencil and pen Hit the blunt and mix the Hen' with the wait I'ma go ahead and lay off the xans I'ma fall back sipping the lean I gotta make sure my vision is clear Oh God, no, it's not what it seems Six, five, four, one, two, three .45 toe, you know me You don't what smoke, so what it's gon' be? Gotta watch what you say when you looking at me Looking at God, looking for leaders Looking for keys, look at the pain in your eyes Nigga, look where we been Look at our wins, look at our sins, and look at our skin I've been on a frenzy binge trying to get me a Benz Your fuzzy ass dance won't fuck up the ends Oh God, no, where are my friends? Lord forgive me yeah, I need to repent My blood need to lay off the drugs Yeah God, they ain't praying enough Niggas dying, we ain't saying enough Cops fire, stockpiling rottweilers Tell my little niggas lay off the stuff Ronald Reagan, I can't thank him enough Nah, I'm playing, nigga racist as fuck Told my nigga if leave a pack of ports Around me, I'ma take em' And throw em' away Smoke em' around me, I'ma break em' And we almost had got into Fighting and I'm talking My dead dad finna fade him, shit Maybe I did too much, but fuck it I love my nigga, I'ma say it And he probably thinkin' I'm a player hater I don't hate a player, I just need All my niggas to wake up And take a real good look We along way from Decatur Long day still ahead of us Grown dads still scared of us I'm just working my incredibles Stick my dick into the inevitable So fuck whatever happen, fucking cinematic Sins of the father, I'ma fucking addict Understand the diction, so I'm sympathetic But I know, I know, I know that I gotta be strong I ain't trying to be where I don't belong Little syrup sipping out of a foam Little powder put the pot in the bong I ain't tripping, I ain't saying it's wrong But, it's some other shit, we can be on