Yeah, bitches on my dick cause I look like rick hil, haha, yeah
Mama I don't give a fuck no more
Telling me all the shit I don’t go for
Used to get the backwoods from the cornerstone
Now I get the corona by the corner store
All these bitches sniff coke like they used to
And they do a lotta shit that I ain't used to
And they talk a lotta shit on the YouTube
He a lame, she a bitch, fuck you too
Riding 'round Glenville in my Crown Vic
I ain’t never fuck with her she a clown bitch
You can say fuck mе ima fucking prick
You can say I'm lucky cause you think I'm rich
But I ain't I'm broke like a arm bе
Nostra, together like a army
All that sideways shit can't harm me
On a lotta downers nothing can alarm me
I remain calm kinda like a esé
Tatted on my arms kinda like a esé
A lot of writing on my stomach like a essay
Nothing you can say or do would ever stress'mey
Before probation I was on mescaline
Been a couple years since I fucked Evelyn
A lotta rappers that I'm way fucking better than
But I ain’t really gotta tell you its evident
I admit I’m kinda fucking drunk now
But I still keep pounds in my trunk now
Pricks for life I fuck around with punks now
Motorcycle boots I don't rock [?] now
Going in like they never let me in
Drinking Gin like I never got [?]
No limos, no roads, no band
But I do a couple shows the meetings
And I follow a couple hoes to be friends
Me and my bitch do this every weekend
Act III, 3 days by the weekend
I’ll fuck her in her face 'til her jaw weaken
And I'llthrow back beers 'til my breath reekin’
And my girl got girls, French, Porta Rican
Had my dick leaking 'til she tired of speaking
Have her legs sweeping 'til she tired of freakin'
And I'm all blacked out like my outfit
Back in rehab they wouldn't allow this
Told 'em I'll do 6 days and I'm out bitch
All I got it music I need a outlet
Say its bullshit, I say its cow shit
You say you do this, but I'm 'bout this
All you hear is blah blah where your mouth is
All your hear is bitches screaming where my couch is
Tryna get ahead, need a little leverage
Need a little liquor pour it in my beverage
Know you good, but I'm better kid
Like that dark shit? I invented it
Oh you mad? I intended it
Took my flow but I never said I lended it
Gimme morphine then I say I'm on something
Give them hoes dick if they really want something
You walking straight I can tell you ain't on nothing
Fuck a date all I wanna do is bone something
Front a pound if you really wanna loan something
Gun it down if you really wanna own something
First off, I'm Rick Hil outta Slickville
And when I'm back, ima light weed with a Bic still
Cause they got me on probation this is some bullshit
I don't think I can take it
Mama I don't give a fuck no more
Telling me all the shit I don’t go for
Used to get the backwoods from the cornerstone
Now I get the corona by the corner store
All these bitches sniff coke like they used to
And they do a lotta shit that I ain't used to
And they talk a lotta shit on the YouTube
He a lame, she a bitch, fuck you too
Riding 'round Glenville in my Crown Vic
I ain’t never fuck with her she a clown bitch
You can say fuck mе ima fucking prick
You can say I'm lucky cause you think I'm rich
But I ain't I'm broke like a arm bе
Nostra, together like a army
All that sideways shit can't harm me
On a lotta downers nothing can alarm me
I remain calm kinda like a esé
Tatted on my arms kinda like a esé
A lot of writing on my stomach like a essay
Nothing you can say or do would ever stress'mey
Before probation I was on mescaline
Been a couple years since I fucked Evelyn
A lotta rappers that I'm way fucking better than
But I ain’t really gotta tell you its evident
I admit I’m kinda fucking drunk now
But I still keep pounds in my trunk now
Pricks for life I fuck around with punks now
Motorcycle boots I don't rock [?] now
Going in like they never let me in
Drinking Gin like I never got [?]
No limos, no roads, no band
But I do a couple shows the meetings
And I follow a couple hoes to be friends
Me and my bitch do this every weekend
Act III, 3 days by the weekend
I’ll fuck her in her face 'til her jaw weaken
And I'llthrow back beers 'til my breath reekin’
And my girl got girls, French, Porta Rican
Had my dick leaking 'til she tired of speaking
Have her legs sweeping 'til she tired of freakin'
And I'm all blacked out like my outfit
Back in rehab they wouldn't allow this
Told 'em I'll do 6 days and I'm out bitch
All I got it music I need a outlet
Say its bullshit, I say its cow shit
You say you do this, but I'm 'bout this
All you hear is blah blah where your mouth is
All your hear is bitches screaming where my couch is
Tryna get ahead, need a little leverage
Need a little liquor pour it in my beverage
Know you good, but I'm better kid
Like that dark shit? I invented it
Oh you mad? I intended it
Took my flow but I never said I lended it
Gimme morphine then I say I'm on something
Give them hoes dick if they really want something
You walking straight I can tell you ain't on nothing
Fuck a date all I wanna do is bone something
Front a pound if you really wanna loan something
Gun it down if you really wanna own something
First off, I'm Rick Hil outta Slickville
And when I'm back, ima light weed with a Bic still
Cause they got me on probation this is some bullshit
I don't think I can take it
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