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God damn, how real is
I know the whole gonna be feeling this
coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still don't a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

God damn, how real is
I know the whole world be feeling this
East coast nigga, but how trill is
don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

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Stone love
Rose gold
I could it
I imported stone cold

cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned nigga
Write it on my tombstone, I was nigga

Don't me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my
A nigga to the truest
you how to do this

My all gold grills give her chills
Said she's got a coke feel I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, but I sold
No L, put her on her feet, toe

Them vampires, them blood suckers, thirsty killers
We bout it bout it, we rowdy, that Percy Miller
For real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm bout my

me the title, then give me the cash
Fold it bag it then move to the trash
my stash
Stealing my
is wickity wickity wack
Like Kriss
Her lip gloss, slip-ons get off
My bitch, boss,

We smoking then thinking then burning that
it and pass
Making it
in my shoes
And cross in my

was for grabs
Making them
Took in a
And giving they

Fuck the money, fuck the fame, is real life
The of my trill life