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

God damn, how real is
I know the whole world gonna be feeling
coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

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Stone love
gold slugs
I could it
I imported stone drugs

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

Don't me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
Slash lean sipping, nigga, Nah
Influenced by Houston, it in my music
A trill to the truest
Show you how to do

My all gold give her cold 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, them thirsty
We bout it it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller
For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport
No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm bout my

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

We smoking then then burning that hash
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, this is real
The of my trill life