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  1. J G says:

    Ya ya ya ya ya ya
    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 Xan's
    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
    Gangster raise hell

    Yeah
    The old people that's where you get blessed, the bless comes to you
    People don't know bless you can see but it come, it come, it come
    It come depending on wh-what you do to people
    Uh-huh
    That's where your bless comes from, you know what I mean
    Yeah
    You can see that, look at that, look at our first President Reagan, dead, you don't know him
    Yeah, I did
    Well, okay, he was a criminal, know what I mean
    But look a-at Jimmy Carter
    Uh-huh
    Jimmy Carter more older than Reagan
    Uh-huh
    Regan gone already, Carter is still here
    Mhm, He's a good person
    Because he got an open heart, never had a war

  2. Manuel Minoza II says:

    Ya ya ya ya ya ya
    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 Xan's
    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
    Gangster raise hell

    Yeah
    The old people that's where you get blessed, the bless comes to you
    People don't know bless you can see but it come, it come, it come
    It come depending on wh-what you do to people
    Uh-huh
    That's where your bless comes from, you know what I mean
    Yeah
    You can see that, look at that, look at our first President Reagan, dead, you don't know him
    Yeah, I did
    Well, okay, he was a criminal, know what I mean
    But look a-at Jimmy Carter
    Uh-huh
    Jimmy Carter more older than Reagan
    Uh-huh
    Regan gone already, Carter is still here
    Mhm, He's a good person
    Because he got an open heart, never had a war when he was president, never hurt nobody, happy

  3. oedipa maas says:

    Lyrics

    Ya ya ya ya ya ya
    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 Xan's
    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
    Gangster raise hell
    Yeah
    The old people that's where you get blessed, the bless comes to you
    People don't know bless you can see but it come, it come, it come
    It come depending on wh-what you do to people
    Uh-huh
    That's where your bless comes from, you know what I mean
    Yeah
    You can see that, look at that, look at our first President Reagan, dead, you don't know him
    Yeah, I did
    Well, okay, he was a criminal, know what I mean
    But look a-at Jimmy Carter
    Uh-huh
    Jimmy Carter more older than Reagan
    Uh-huh
    Regan gone already, Carter is still here
    Mhm, He's a good person
    Because he got an open heart, never had a war when he was president, never hurt nobody, happy

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