Ricky Hil - I'm God (Freestyle) lyrics

How did you know
It's what I've 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 class
Smoke in traffic, I'm a addict
I ain't passive, I'm aggressive
I flick ashes, born catholic
Still catholic, still pray n' 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 friend's think you die from it
I'm fine with it, I still find the shit
And I be high as shit, with the angels
Why the angels got wings
They can't even sing

I had to earn these stripes, like Bengals
Fuck the police, they all know me
And I hate them, startin' not take that
I got a new place, met a bitch from way back
Got her pregnant, she couldn't have that
I keep sips to my nap sack
And my lean be on ice like a Havlat
Motherfucker
Don't pass that, this shit laced
Tought I told you
They ain't 'posed to have that
Hash wax and lean, I'mma feel free
Oxycontin, oxycontin, roxycontin, b
What you sayin' 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 highschool, 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 gon' free, and I never miss day break
I broke 12 boy, pour activist in Gatorade
Still stay awake, 'cus my mind race
Like a fucking horse, I'mma aries horse
From the upper 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 porridge, she gon' suck me
Like she got alot of courage
And even tho' she don't, bitches insecure
Me too, I'm human too motherfucker
I bleed too i call my bitch on the phone
Saying: "I don't need you"
Even tho' you tatted on my skin
I still don't need you
You could probably hear my pain
I bet that bleed through this microphone
While I'll be all alone
4 corner home, I just try and stay stoned
Listen to the acapella
You can hear the smoke
Leak through the headphones
My grandpa gonna die soon
I don't want him to 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