Ricky Hil - Haze Pack lyrics

Yeah, i take the paper out the
Bible and i blaze up
These is P's yall better getcha weight up
I'm in the telly smoking
Eating with the shades up
With this pretty young jaw named Daija
Now I don't like her but i
Treat her like i need her
And i wear black Nikes
And Supreme wife beaters
Riding 'round the cut like
We the fucking leaders
And I don't do limos but i do two seaters
Dark shit that be drowning
Through thе speakers

And therе's dopehead bitches and
Some crystal meth tweakers
Now I don't know her but
I really wanna meet her
5'10" tall with them pretty girl features
Rolling on a L
Same shit i rolled when i came back from hell
People lost hope
But they wishing they was well
Sound of the bells, draped in all black
I'm Hil are you a lone pretty babe?
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack
Are you alone today?
Laid back, s-smoking on my haze pack
I be a lone pretty babe
Bet you motherfuckers hit that
Well I don't waste that
Til the day I'm lying in my grave
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack

She put a razor to her wrist
And she bleeds out
I inhale from the L, and i breathe out
Man this shit here will blow
Your fucking knees out
Take a second recollect, put the trees out
I walk like i'm hurt with a slow stride
You could smell the fucking perc
When i breeze by andre in my levis
Ain't no one out there like these guys
This is Nostra, half a P, stay stoned
We getting closer, i believe they gone
That day she was standing by the payphone
Waiting for the drugs but the
Dude look a day long, uh
I'm from the north side of Slickville
I get a rush from the pain pills
Bitches call me Cobain still
But i'm ill i remain Hil

Are you a lone babe?
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack
Are you alone today?
Laid back, s-smoking on my haze pack
I be a lone (babe
Bet you motherfuckers hit that
Well I don't waste that
Til the day I'm lying in my grave
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack