Clams Casino - I'm God (Freestyle) lyrics

[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