palace

goddamn

how real is this?

i know them harlem niggas gon' be feeling this

east coast nigga

but how trill is this?

still don't give a shit

my ignorance is still a bliss

stone cold love

rose gold slugs

i could afford it

i imported stone cold drugs

stone cold

rolling stone

i'm a stoned nigga

write it on my tombstone

i was stoned nigga

don't remember me as a wannabe new orleans nigga

slash lean sipping

tennessee nigga

nah

influenced by houston

hear it in my music

a trill nigga to the truest

show you how to do that

my all gold grills give her cold chills

said she's got a coke feel cause i'm so trill

two dope boy scales

but i sold pills

no l

put her on her feet

toe nails

them vampires

them blood suckers

them thirsty killers

we 'bout it 'bout it

we rowdy rowdy

that percy miller

for really real

we chilly chill

don't sport chinchilla

no bounty hunters

i'm bout to killa

i'm bout my skrilla

give me the title

then give me the cash

fold it then bag it then move to the trap

follow my stash

stealing my swag

niggas is wickity wickity wack

like kriss kross

her lip gloss

slip-ons get slipped off

my bitch

boss

cristal

we smoking then thinking then burning that hash

puff it and pass

making it last

walk in my shoes and cross in my path

game was for grabs

making 'em crash

took in a section and giving they back

fuck the money

fuck the fame

this is real life

the insights of my trill life