[00:00.000] 作词 : neve[00:00.526] 作曲 : neve[00:01.052] 编曲 : neve[00:01.579]Goddamn, how real is this?[00:05.231]I know the whole world gon' be feeling this[00:08.543]East Coast nigga, but how trill is this?[00:12.231]Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss[00:16.631]Goddamn, how real is this?[00:19.783]I know the whole world gon' be feeling this[00:22.974]East Coast nigga, but how trill is this?[00:26.639]Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss[00:29.635]All the lights in Miami begin to gleam[00:36.024]Ruby, blue and green, neon too[00:43.815]Everything looks better from above, my king[00:50.141]Like aquamarine, oceans blue[00:57.429]Ah-ah-ah-ah[00:59.553](God damn, how real is this?)[01:01.477]Cacciatore[01:04.646]La-da-da-da-da[01:06.116](Stone cold love,Rose gold slugs)[01:08.646]Limousines[01:11.793]Ah-ah-ah-ah[01:13.953](God damn, how real is this?)[01:15.319]Ciao amore[01:17.892](I know them Harlem niggas gonna be feeling this)[01:19.316]La-da-da-da-da[01:20.566](East coast niggas,but how trill is this?)[01:22.420]Soft ice cream[01:23.860](Still don't give a shit,my ignorance is still a bliss)[01:27.134]Stone cold love[01:29.015]Rose gold slugs[01:30.795]I could afford it[01:31.894]I imported stone cold drugs[01:34.332]Stone cold, rolling stone[01:36.368]I'm a stoned nigga[01:37.618]Write it on my tombstone[01:39.986]I was stoned nigga[01:41.271]Don't remember me[01:42.648]as a wannabe New Orleans nigga[01:45.392]Slash lean sipping Tennessee nigga[01:47.587](La-da-da-da-da)[01:49.380]Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music[01:51.027](Soft ice cream)[01:52.591]A trill nigga to the truest,[01:54.309]Show you how to do this[01:56.000](Ah-ah-ah-ah)[01:57.026]My all gold grills give her cold chills[01:58.368](Cacciatore)[01:59.890]Said she's got a coke feel cause I'm so trill[02:02.076](La-da-da-da-da)[02:03.542]Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills[02:05.474](Limousines)[02:07.169]No deal, put her on her feet, toe nails[02:09.309](Ah-ah-ah-ah)[02:10.729]Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty killers[02:12.677](Ciao amore)[02:14.402]We 'bout it 'bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller[02:16.383](La-da-da-da-da)[02:17.614]For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla[02:20.018](Soft ice cream)[02:21.260]No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm bout my skrilla[02:24.373]Give me the title, then give me the cash[02:26.020]Fold it then bag it then move to the trap[02:27.765]Follow my stash, stealing my swag[02:29.584]Niggas is wickity wickity wack[02:31.310]Like Kriss Kross, her lip gloss[02:33.148]Slip-ons get slipped off[02:34.917]My bitch boss, Cristal[02:36.717]We smoking then thinking then burning that hash[02:38.643]Puff it and pass, making it last[02:40.357]Walk in my shoes and then cross in my path[02:42.099]Game was for grabs, making 'em crash[02:43.907]Took in a section ain't giving it back[02:45.122](La-da-da-da-da)[02:46.616]**** the money, **** the fame, this is real life[02:48.326](Soft ice cream)[02:52.401]An insight to my trill life