Off da Zoinkys Freestyle lyrics

Y'all n*ggas need to lay off that sh*t
Man y'all b*tches need to get off my di*k
Y'all hoes need to really set goals
Some of y'all, really all for the bros
Most of y'all, really all for the team
Some of y'all thinking sh*t is a dream
Half of y'all just need to get with the vision
I'm telling you n*ggas to shut up and listen
You dead or broke?, or wanna end up in prison?
I valued my life cause this sh*t wasn't given
I'm further than n*ggas my age
When life handed lemons, I made lemonade
Eliminate n*ggas that get in my way
b*tch I can't find a scale for the sh*t that weigh
Aye
I'm a southern n*gga, trynna see what's in Cali
Got n*ggas in Paris, with b*tches in Raleigh
Talk down on the gang, you get beat in the alley
I'm knocking em' out like my name was O'Malley
I'm colder
Lyrically bolder
Live like I got me a chip on my shoulder
I live like I'm never gon' get any older
If I see her again, man I know imma hold her
Uh
Applying pressure, is my way of life
If I don't date to marry, imma date for life
Oh the wrist scars, I had to date the knife
All that sh*t was scary, now I'm loving This life
Loving you before I'm loving myself
I was feeling you, and you was feeling yaself
You ain't never wanna give me a chance
Until you seen me popping out with the bands
Forgive me father, could you give me a hand?
Everyone else would just not understand?
That I took a number, then I made it a brand
With a pen and pencil
And a mic on a stand
I was f*cked up, inside my f*cking head
I Set a goal for now, and then I dreamed ahead
But my kind, getting shot instead
And these haters really trynna see me dead
Man I told my mama, "Imma make it out"
And imma put a mil inside her bank account
Yet, death something I don't think about
And if I die again, will I make it out?
Man really I don't give two f*cks
I can make the best, outta two bucks
Hanging with my n*ggas, like the Ku Klux
My circle smaller, than some A cups
Hey, Back then, hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot as f*ck, and they just trynna f*ck me
Not that kinda n*gga so you really lucky
Imma roll it up, and imma sip the muddy
Man, I'm coming back and better, you can take a seat
My life nowhere near complete
Everything you do is getting obsolete
Y'all like some dogs, when they inside the heat
Call 996, to go and buy a brick
I'm 6'10 with this 556
Something out this f*cking bag of tricks
Man imma shoot the rabbit out a bag of Trix
I don't f*ck with tricks, because they just for kids
These tricks mad, because they having kids
Man sh*t sad, sh*t brings me tears
Cause losing you, was my worse fear, I'm gone