New Music: KiD CuDi – Just What Iam Feat. King Chip (Produced by KiD CuDi) + Lyrics & Unofficial Artwork

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A week ago today Kid Cudi said he would release a brand new song from his upcoming Indicud album and he delivers. Complex comes through with the premiere of the song, which see the return of some cudder-like raps we are accustomed to with a feature from King Chip (aka Chip Tha Ripper). Produced by Kid Cudi, listen and download below!

Download: Kid Cudi –  Just What Iam Feat. King Chip (new link)

Would this make your Top 10 Kid Cudi songs of all time list?

hope everyone likes the new jam....rage on, and be you.
@ducidni
Scott Mescudi

A message from Cudi to the fans:

“Vibe out and have some fun, for me : )”

Official Lyrics via Kid Cudi

King Chip verse:
Im just what you made God
Not many I trust
Ima go my own way God
Take my fate to wherever you want
Im out here, on my son
Wont stop til I get me some
Club hoppin tryna get me some
Bad bitches wanna get me sprung
Early in the mornin’
In wakin’ bakin’ drankin’ contemplatin’
Aint no such thing as satan
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burnin’ bush
That big body benz i was born to push
On my way im burnin’ Kush
Nigga don’t be worried bout us
Neighbors knockin’ on the door
Askin’ can we turn it down
I say “Aint no music on?”
She say “Naw that weed is loud.”
Nigga we ballin’, straight swaggin’
Lost Hawk but im maintainin’
I’ve been told that im amazin’
Make sure and keep that fire blazin’ 
We livin’

Hook
I. NEED. SMOKE.
I. NEED TO SMOKE!

Who gon’ hold me down now

I, I wanna get high yall
I, I wanna get high yall
Need it, need it to get by yall
Can you get me high yall, hey

Im just what you made God
Just what you made God
Im just what you made God
Im just what you made

Im just what you made God
Im just what you made God
Im just what you made me

KiD CuDi verse:
Let me tell you bout my month yall
Endless shoppin’, I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy
My shrink don’t think that helps at all
Whatever, that man aint wearin’ these leather pants
I diagnosed my damn self, these damn pills aint workin’ fam
In my spare time, punchin’ walls fucking up my hand
I know that shit sound super cray
But if you had my life you’d understand
But, I cant fold
Some poor soul got it way worse
We’re all troubled in a world in trouble
It scary to have a kid walk this Earth
Im what you made God
Fuck YES im so odd
Thinkin’ bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
Hmph
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

Hook
I. NEED. SMOKE.
I. NEED TO SMOKE!

Who gon’ hold me down now

I, I wanna get high yall
I, I wanna get high yall
Need it, need it to get by yall
Can you get me high yall, hey

Im just what you made God
Just what you made God
Im just what you made God
Im just what you made

Im just what you made God
Im just what you made God
Im just what you made me

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