Palace Testo

God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this
East coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna 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 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
[?]
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 [?]
Making it last
Walk in my shoes
And [?]

Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is real life
The insights of my trill life

God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this
East coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this
East coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss