Off da Zoinkys lyrics
Ya ya ya ya ya yaAlright, J.I.D and ChristoY’all niggas need to lay off the drugsSome of y’all need to lay off the dopeMy niggas getting it straight off the boatPure cut, put it straight to your noseI ain’t nosy, but I know what I knowMr. Know It All, oh here he goI’m the GOAT, I never go with the flowThrowing shots boy, blow for a blowI’m the nigga kick the do’ with the doughI’m the nigga fuck the hoe with the hoeI’m the nigga lit the blunt with the bluntI’ma get it ’cause I want what I wantI’ma say this shit again and againI’ma go and put the shit to an endI’m the sickest with the pencil and penHit the blunt and mix the Hen’ with the waitI’ma go ahead and lay off the Xan’sI’ma fall back sipping the leanI gotta make sure my vision is clearOh God, no, it’s not what it seemsSix, five, four, one, two, three.45 toe, you know meYou don’t what smoke, so what it’s gon’ be?Gotta watch what you say when you looking at meLooking at God, looking for leadersLooking for keys, look at the pain in your eyesNigga, look where we beenLook at our wins, look at our sins, and look at our skinI’ve been on a frenzy binge trying to get me a BenzYour fuzzy ass dance won’t fuck up the endsOh God, no, where are my friends?Lord forgive me yeah, I need to repentMy blood need to lay off the drugsYeah God, they ain’t praying enoughNiggas dying, we ain’t saying enoughCops fire, stockpiling rottweilersTell my little niggas lay off the stuffRonald Reagan, I can’t thank him enoughNah, I’m playing, nigga racist as fuckTold 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 talkingMy dead dad finna fade him, shitMaybe I did too much, but fuck itI love my nigga, I’ma say itAnd he probably thinkin’ I’m a player haterI don’t hate a player, I just need all my niggas to wake upAnd take a real good look, we along way from DecaturLong day still ahead of usGrown dads still scared of usI’m just working my incrediblesStick my dick into the inevitableSo fuck whatever happen, fucking cinematicSins of the father, I’ma fucking addictUnderstand the diction, so I’m sympatheticBut I know, I know, I know that I gotta be strongI ain’t trying to be where I don’t belongLittle syrup sipping out of a foamLittle powder put the pot in the bongI ain’t tripping, I ain’t saying it’s wrongBut, it’s some other shit, we can be onGangster raise hell
Yeah
The old people that’s where you get blessed, the bless comes to youPeople don’t know bless you can see but it come, it come, it comeIt come depending on wh-what you do to peopleUh-huhThat’s where your bless comes from, you know what I meanYeahYou can see that, look at that, look at our first President Reagan, dead, you don’t know himYeah, I didWell, okay, he was a criminal, know what I meanBut look a-at Jimmy CarterUh-huhJimmy Carter more older than ReaganUh-huhRegan gone already, Carter is still hereMhm, He’s a good personBecause he got an open heart, never had a war when he was president, never hurt nobody, happy