[Intro: Clams Casino]
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
[Freestyle: Ricky Hil]
I'm based, this blunt laced
Why the f** you think I take it to my face
I don't pa** it, I ain't average
I'm just cla**ic, I'm in the cla**
Smoke in traffic, I'm a addict
I ain't pa**ive, I'm aggressive
I flick ashes, born catholic
Still catholic, still pray n' sh**
I'm high as sh**, you know I'm taking sh**
I ain't faking it, I was made for it
Morphine is my favorite
But it's hard to find this sh**
When your friend's think you die from it
I'm fine with it, I still find the sh**
And I be high as sh**, with the angels
Why the angels got wings, they can't even sing
I had to earn these stripes, like Bengals
f** the police, they all know me
And I hate them, startin' not take that
I got a new place, met a b**h 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, motherf**er
Don't pa** that, this sh** 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 motherf**er stopping me
I see the b**h that I love, don't want me
And my withdraws haunt me
Kids from highschool, used to taunt me
Now famous b**hes text me, telling me they want me
f** all these b**hes
I got Five-O's on me and the Feds on me
They always want me, won't find sh**
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 f**ing 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' s** me
Like she got alot of courage
And even tho' she don't, b**hes insecure
Me too, I'm human too motherf**er, I bleed too
I call my b**h 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 sh** gonna make me cry alone
f** that, I got his name
I carry that, Jimmy James motherf**er
Bury that, I mean I murder that
Ricky Hil from the Ville
Where the hippies at, where they at