歌词
作词 : A$AP Rocky
作曲 : A$AP Rocky
God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this
East coast shit, 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 shit, 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 shit, 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 nigga 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 nigga, boss, Cristal
We smoking...
Making it last
Walk in my shoes
And...
**** the money, **** 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 shit, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss