[Hook]
God [bad word]  how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this
East coast [bad word]  but how trill is this?
Still don't give a [bad word]  my ignorance is still a bliss
[Screwed]
God [bad word]  how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this
East coast [bad word]  but how trill is this?
Still don't give a [bad word]  my ignorance is still a bliss

[Verse 1]
Stone cold love
Rose gold slugs
I could afford it
I imported stone cold [bad word] 

Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned [bad word] 
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned [bad word] 

Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans [bad word] 
Slash lean sipping, Tennessee [bad word]  Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music
trill [bad word] to the [bad word] 
Show you how to do this

My all gold grills give her cold chills
Said she's got a coke feel cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, what I sold hails
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 trash
Follow my stash
Stealing my swag
Niggas is wickity wickity wack
Like Kriss Kross
Her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
My [bad word]  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 them crash
Took in a section
And giving they back

[Screwed]
 [bad word] the money, [bad word] the fame, this is real life
The insights of my trill life

[Hook]