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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 give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

God damn, how is this?
I know the whole gonna be feeling this
coast nigga, but how trill 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

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

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
you how to do this

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

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

me the title, then give me the cash
Fold it then bag it then to the trash
my stash
Stealing my
Niggas is wickity wack
Kriss Kross
Her lip gloss, get slipped off
My bitch, boss,

We smoking then then burning that hash
it and pass
Making it
Walk in my
And in my path

was for grabs
Making them
Took in a
And giving they

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