Just What I Am Lyrics: Kid Cudi Ft. King Chip (Chip Tha Ripper)

Kid Cudi is back and he’s actually rapping on his latest track “Just What I Am” featuring King Chip (formerly known as Chip Tha Ripper) off Cudi’s upcoming double-disc ‘Inducid’ album, which will feature Kanye, Pusha, Jaden, Kendrick Lemar, and hopefully Jay-Z.

Just What I Am Lyrics

I'n just what you made God
Not many I trust
I'mma go my own way
God
Take my faith to wherever you want
I'm out here, on my son
Won't stop 'til I get me some
Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some
Bad bitches wanna get me sprung
Early in the morning
I'm walkin' bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
Ai't no such thing as Satan
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
That big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning kush
Nigga don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door
Asking can we turn it down
I say: "Ain't no music on"
She said: "Naw, that weed is loud"
Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin'
Los Hawk, but I'm maintainin'
I've been told that I'm amazing
Make sure keep that fire blazin'
Weed livin'

I need smoke
Oh Oh Oh
I need smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to bet by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to bet by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?

I'm just what you made God
Just what you made God
(Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God
Just what you made
(Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God

Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all
Endless shopping
I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy
My shrink don't think that helps at all
Whatever
That man ain't wearing
These leather pants
I diagnose my damn self
These pills ain't working fam
In my spare time
Punching walls
Fucking up my hand
I know that shit sound super crazy
But if you had my life you'd understand
But, I can't fold
Some poor soul got it way worse
We're all troubled, in a world of trouble
It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I'm what you made God
Fuck yes I'm so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends
Who weren't my friends all along
Hm
When it rains it pours
Whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
Everyday to find sane's a chore
Amidst a dream with no exit doors

I need smoke
Oh Oh Oh
I need smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to bet by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to bet by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?

I'm just what you made God
Just what you made God
(Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God
Just what you made
(Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God