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