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

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

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Stone love
Rose slugs
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 remember me as a wannabe New Orleans
Slash sipping, Tennessee nigga, Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my
A trill to the truest
Show you how to do

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

Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty
We bout it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy
For really real, we 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 then bag it then to the trash
Follow my
Stealing my
Niggas is wickity wack
Like Kross
Her lip gloss, slip-ons get off
My bitch, boss,

We smoking then thinking then burning that
Puff it and
it last
Walk in my
And in my path

was for grabs
Making crash
in a section
And they back

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