[Hook]
 [bad word]  how real is this?
I know them ho niggas gon' 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
 [bad word]  how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' 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]
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, but I sold pills
No deal, 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 [bad word] boss, Cristal
We smoking then thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and pass, making it last
Walk in my shoes and then cross in my path
Game was for grabs, making 'em crash
Took in a section ain't giving it back
 [bad word] the money, [bad word] the fame, this is real life
An insight to my trill life
Clams

[Hook 2]
 [bad word]  how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' 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