I'm based, this blunt laced
Why the [bad word] 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 [bad word] I'm high as [bad word]  you know I'm taking [bad word] I ain't faking it, I was made for it
Morphine is my favorite
But it's hard to find this [bad word] When your friends think you die from it
I'm fine with it, I still find this [bad word] And I be high as [bad word]  with the angels
Why the angels got wings, they can't even sing
I had to earn stripes, like Bengals [bad word] the police, they all know me
And I hate them, starting not to take that
I got a new place, met a [bad word] 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, [bad word] Don't pass that, this [bad word] laced
And I told you, we ain't 'posed to have that
Pass it back to me, I'mma feel free
Oxycontin, Oxycontin, Roxycontin What you saying B, what my options be
I'm 23, no [bad word] stopping me
I see the [bad word] that I love don't want me
And my withdraws haunt me
Kids from high school used to taunt me
Now famous [bad word] text me, telling me they want me [bad word] all these [bad word] I got Five-O's on me and the feds on me
They always want me, won't find [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] is insecure
Me too, I'm human, too, [bad word]  I bleed, too
I call my [bad word] 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 [bad word] gonna make me cry alone [bad word] that, I got his name
I carry that, Jimmy James, [bad word] Bury that, I mean I murder that
Ricky Hil from the Ville
Where the hippies at, where they at