Palace

Palace
[Hook]
Goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feeling this
East Coast ni***, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
[Verse]
Stone cold love, rose gold slugs
I could afford it, I imported stone cold drugs
Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned ni***
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned ni***
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans ni***
Slash lean sipping, Tennessee ni***, nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music
A trill ni*** 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
F*** the money, f*** the fame, this is real life
The insights of my trill life

[Hook]