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A$AP Rocky

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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 Goddamn, how real is this? I know the whole world gon′ be feeling this

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