Midnight Request Line

[Verse: Feature] Yeah, Less I said, ain't no party like a Limos party Cause we don't party, we just get high Call me Illy Madison specialize in killing pads and pens Unfilling bags of piff, chilling on the rings of Saturn with An above average bitch, interesting personality I need what makes amateurs unbalanced just to balance me I'm awkward, I'm ahead of the clockwork Time into my schedule live it up then fitted fine I've, beaten the game, I'm not on another level I'm both god and the devil Not thе fawn or the cattle, hello Tеll your friends the L goes in, weed goes in And roll them asses at the end go in t double o Weed trappin' hoes with closed mindsets I been selling more interest tho I'm less Find me in the fucking MID west I'm Elvis Presley plus the best weed So liquor will leave my attitude its stuck up bitch The smell of pussy stays up on my upper lip Like the fever for the flavor of another spliff, reefer Not underrated, unrated, don't tell your mother kids [Verse: Ricky] I'm kinda like Kurt in his prime Model bitches waiting in a line Just to sniff a line, let me take my time Let me roll a dime, let me kick a rhyme Drop the times Then I lost my mind, like, yesterday I was really gone away Get them O's every day They don't hear me any way Low top kicks, smoking this shit til' I'm dead Sour diesel, mescaline, you hearing what I said? Motherfucker I, can't believe my high Up like the black bird, look at Ricky fly And the Backwood gimme Asian eyes And I'm catered by, 85 grams Ricky Hil, Limosa Affiliate And I'm killing shit, bitch ain't you feeling it? Ima get it, god willing kid, smoke a blunt, get rid of it quick Didn't get a hit of it, shit, I'm iller to the bone limo killa Stay with her she'll ride so I don't forget her (forget her)