调:B minor•
Verse 1
I know them Harlem niggas
gon' be feelin' this
But how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my
I know them Harlem niggas
gon' be feelin' this
But how trill is this?
my ignorance is still a bliss
Verse 2
Bm
Uh
Stone cold love, rose gold slugs
I could afford it, I imported
I'm a stoned nigga
Write it on my tombstone,
I was stoned, nigga
New Orleans nigga
Slash lean sippin',
Influenced by Houston,
hear it in my music (yeah)
A trill nigga to the truest,
show you how to do this
My all gold grills give her cold chills
'cause I'm so trill
No deal, put her on her feet, toenails
them thirsty killers
No really real, we chilly chill,
don't sport Chinchilla
I'm 'bout my skrilla
Give me the title, then give me the cash
Put it in bags and then move to the trap
Follow my stash, stealing my swag
Niggas is wigiddy- wigiddy- wack
slip- ons get slipped off
My bitch boss, Cristal,
we smoking then thinkin' then burnin' that hash
walk in my shoes and not crossin' my path
Game was for grabs,
then get 'em crashed
Took in assumption, ain't givin' it back
this is real life
G
Verse 3
I know the whole world gon'
East Coast nigga, boy, how trill is this?
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
gon' be feelin' this
I know the whole world
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
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