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

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

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Stone cold
Rose slugs
I afford it
I stone cold drugs

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

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
you how to do this

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

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

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

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

Game was for
them crash
Took in a
And giving they

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