Ricky Hil - I'm God lyrics

rate me

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