[Hook]
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Goddamn, how real is this?
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I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feeling this
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East Coast nigga, but how trill is this?
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Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
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[Verse]
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Stone cold love, rose gold slugs
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I could afford it, I imported stone cold drugs
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Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned nigga
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Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned nigga
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Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
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Slash lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, nah
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Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music
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A trill nigga to the truest, show you how to do that
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My all gold grills give her cold chills
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Said she's got a coke feel cause I'm so trill
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Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills
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No L, put her on her feet, toe nails
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Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty killers
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We 'bout it 'bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller
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For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
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No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm bout my skrilla
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Give me the title, then give me the cash
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Fold it then bag it then move to the trap
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Follow my stash, stealing my swag
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Niggas is wickity wickity wack
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Like Kriss Kross
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Her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
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My bitch, boss, Cristal
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We smoking then thinking then burning that hash
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Puff it and pass, making it last
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Walk in my shoes and cross in my path
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Game was for grabs, making 'em crash
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Took in a section and giving they back
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Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is real life
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The insights of my trill life
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[Hook]
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Palace
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Asap Rocky |