Indica RapGodPatRon

Smokin indica
Bitch i'm in the cut
Bumpin indica
Fuck is up my pockets doubled up man you should fuck with us

In the cut
Bitch i'm in the cut
Bumpin indica
They only fuck with us because they know that they can't fuck with us
Indica, my bitch from India, her name is India
Sinister my middle fingers up if i'm offendin ya
Prisoner, inside my own mind
Fuck the minister
Im poor as fuck
He rich as fuck
And he never did shit for us

They killin' us
When we innocent
But we not innocent
Honestly we really guilty of this fuckin ignorance
We pinning tales
On these damn donkeys in the living room
If birthdays was is worst days we'll just sip it when we thirsty uh

Hey Mr. Rager
Tell me where the fuck you going
Every time I drop another verse they like
Rap God Pat Ron he going in
But it's back to not fuckin with these hoes again
Mastered the craft and the flow again
Last night I got so muthafuckin high
Might've took three days but I rose again