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

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

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Stone cold
gold slugs
I could it
I imported cold drugs

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

Don't me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
lean 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 cause 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 bout it, we rowdy rowdy, Percy Miller
For really real, we chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm to killa, I'm bout my skrilla

Give me the title, give me the cash
it then bag it then move to the trash
Follow my
my swag
Niggas is wickity wickity
Kriss Kross
Her lip gloss, get slipped off
My bitch, boss,

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

was for grabs
Making crash
in a section
And they back

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