Mark**a Beats - Zoned Out lyrics

[Verse 1] Since a jit I've just been so different Weird as n***a like me ain't got no sense stuck at the toll I just don't fit the script Life been handing out so me standing out has been no coincident Silly wild n***a with a style similar to k**ers at a pinnacle when equipped with clips Way too live to sit sideline I find I'm bread to be One folks love to mention since attention's quite the bread I love fed to me Strutting like a peaco*k make these hot hoes wanna hop in the bed to see If my third leg can destroy that box till they lose they head for me Barely catch a n***a sober if you pop my trunk you'll see just why I think I done ran through enough liq to equate to a sea supply Some say ease up guy but the broads never complain Cause they knowing when the rum reigns I'll leave a young dame cum drained I'm just someone strange with fun aimed in me plots and views If you're looking for what's not the usual you all got to choose n***as like this dig up my ditch quick as I slip off and do What often you see from what them fake mother f**ers offer you [Hook] Hey, I'm zoned out ain't trying to be what you clones bout These hands can build they own house these feet can walk on they own route I live life with no doubt I'm made to walk this way Since I know I'm best at doing me I know it's best to stay Zoned out I'm zoned out Zoned out [Verse 2] Nothing like you s**er type bluffing like you tough in life Just a hype n***a who like stuffing pipe in muffin and crushing mics f**ing right that keeps me up in flight my glow stays stuck in sight You ducks invite what puts luck in plight from what your fronting strikes Exposed like hoes who strut in tights by those who clutching stripes Cut with fright when stuck in heist how you wind up so fluff and light Right your mouth muscle might talk tussle type While nothing quite like it I kick this much advice please just nip tuck and slice Your whole façade, straight fake sh** bout the AK clips that you make rip in a melee quick Mixed with the big bricks that you make flip can't get No more cliché you ain't roll no freeway with the blow each day trying to go see pay Never shot sh** never chopped bricks if you got caught with the cops you would've told each yay Play yapping away like rat to captain to fraction the wrath of a stay Packed in a j-a-i-l why lie tell if you not bout half what you say Ain't built for the life that you display making real n***as wanna pull the ratchet and spray Leaving caps in your a-double-s what a mess that could equate to if that be your fate [Hook]