Ricky Hil - I'm God текст песни

How did you know?
It's what I always wanted
Could never have too many of these
Will you quit kicking me under the table?
I'm trying, will somebody make us shut up about it?
Can we settle down, please?
I'm based, this blunt laced
Why the fuck you think I take it to my face?
I don't pass it, I ain't average
I'm just classic, I'm in the classic
Smoking traffic, I'm an addict
I ain't passive, I'm aggressive
I flick ashes, more catholic
Still catholic, still pray and shit
I'm high as shit, you know I'm taking shit
I ain't faking it, I was made for it
Morphine is my favorite
But it's hard to find this shit
When your friends think you die from it
I'm fine with it, I still find this shit
And I be high as shit, with the angels
Why the angels got wings, they can't even sing
I had to earn stripes, like Bengals
Fuck the police, they all know me
And I hate them, starting not to take that
I got a new place, met a bitch from way back
Got her pregnant, she couldn't have that
I keep zips to my nap sack
And my lean be on ice like half black, motherfucker
Don't pass that, this shit laced
And I told you, we ain't 'posed to have that
Pass it back to me, I'mma feel free
Oxycontin, Oxycontin, Roxycontin B
What you saying B, what my options be
I'm 23, no motherfucker stopping me
I see the bitch that I love don't want me

And my withdraws haunt me
Kids from high school used to taunt me
Now famous bitches text me, telling me they want me
Fuck all these bitches
I got Five-O's on me and the feds on me
They always want me, won't find shit
I'd be gone free and I never miss day break
My boy twelve activist, Gatorade
Still stay awake 'cause my mind race
Like a fucking horse, I'mma air this horse
From the up north, never catch me dead in a Porsche
But you know that of course, I'm just rapping
I ain't waiting for the chorus
Your boyfriend probably just a nerd like …
I'm hot like Porsche, she gonna suck me
Like she got a lot of courage
And even though she don't, bitch is insecure
Me too, I'm human, too, motherfucker, I bleed, too
I call my bitches on the phone, saying I don't need you
Even though you tatted on my skin, I still don't need you
You could probably hear my pain, I bet I bleed, too
Through this microphone while I'll be all alone
Four corner home, just tryina stay stoned
Listen to the acapella, you can hear the smoke leak through the headphones
My grandpa gonna die soon, I don't wanna die alone
That shit gonna make me cry alone
Fuck that, I got his name
I carry that, Jimmy James, motherfucker
Bury that, I mean I murder that
Ricky Hil from the Ville
Where the hippies at, where they at