[Intro] I, I am so grateful I'm very, very, very grateful Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Uh Alright, J.I.D and (Christo)
[Verse] Y'all niggas need to lay off the drugs Some of y'all need to lay off the dope My niggas gettin' 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 Throwin' shots, boy, it's blow for a blow I'm the nigga kick the do' with the do' I'm the nigga fuck the ho with the ho 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 this 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 sippin' 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 tote, you know me You don't want smoke, so what it's gon' be? Gotta watch what you say when you lookin' at me Lookin' at God, lookin' for leaders, lookin' 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 tryna get me a Benz And then your fuzzy ass lens wanna fuck up the ends Oh God, no, where are my friends? Lord forgive me, yeah, I need to repent Mind blurred, need to lay off the drugs Yeah God, they ain't prayin' enough Niggas dyin', we ain't sayin' enough Cops fire, stockpiling rottweiler Tell my little niggas lay off the stuff Ronald Reagan, I can't thank him enough Nah, I'm playin', nigga racist as fuck Told my nigga if he leave a pack of ports around me, I'ma take em' And throw em' away He smoke em' around me, I'ma break em' And we almost had got into fightin' I'm talkin' 'bout dead that, finna fade it But shit, but maybe I did too much But fuck it, I love my nigga, I'ma save him And he prolly 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 a long way from Decatur Long days still ahead of us, grown dads still scared of us I'm just workin' my incredible Stick my dick in the inevitable So fuck whatever happen, fuckin' cinematic Sins of the father, I'm a fuckin' addict Understand addiction, so I'm sympathetic But I know, I know, I know that I gotta be strong I ain't tryna be where I don't belong Little syrup sippin' out of a foam Little powder, put the pot in the bong I ain't trippin', I ain't sayin' it's wrong But, it's some other shit we can be on
[Bridge] Gangsta Gri-zillz Oh, now that I may be free, yeah And he, he...
[Outro] ...if you need it Yeah 'Cause we the old people, you know That's way you get blessed Yeah That's comes to you, people don't know Bless, you can see it God, He come, He come, He come He come depending what... what you do to people Uh-huh That's where bless come from, you know what I mean? Yeah You see, you can see that Look at that, look at how fast President Reagan dead You don't know him right? Yeah, I did Right okay, He was a criminal, you know what I mean? But look at... at Jimmy Carter Uh, uh Jimmy Carter all... more older than Reagan Uh, uh Reagan gone already, Carter still here The good person? You know what I mean, 'cause he got a open heart He never do war, when he was President He never hurt nobody, he help peopleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
