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

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

1]
Stone love
gold slugs
I could it
I imported cold drugs

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
lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, Nah
Influenced by Houston, it in my music
A trill nigga to the
you how to do this

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

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

We smoking then thinking then that hash
it and pass
Making it
in my shoes
And in my path

was for grabs
Making them
in a section
And giving they

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