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Nothing is real, we in the Hills On foreign wheels, you in your feels We in the building, we in here building We stackin' ass up like LEGOs All of my niggas is meglo I'm pumpin' that Petrol And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Nothing is real, we in the Hills On foreign wheels, you in your feels We in the building, we in here building We stackin' ass up like LEGOs All of my niggas is meglo I'm pumpin' that Petrol And business is boomin' like Texaco (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Jump out the coup, fresher than you Shittin' on niggas like poopity-scoop Boy, I'm the truth, fuck they gon' do? Can't fuck with the team, no, we alley-oop Love to all polyamorous Except for the glamorous No ice on our wrist, we eat the rich Brain so good, I flip the whip So I set sail, sea of semiotics Saw a sailor sinking, thinking he was walking Walking on a wave saying he could save Letras de cancionesSeeking souls, really? He the one they need to save Threw the bol a rope, pulled him on a boat Gave him breath again 'til he slowly woke Kissed him on the lips, then I stood and cried This ain’t rock and roll, this is patricide Simulation Simulation Simulation (Simulation) Simulation Simulation (Simulation) Simulation Simulation Simulation (Simulation) Nothing is real, we in the Hills On foreign wheels, you in your feels We in the building, we in here building We stackin' ass up like LEGOs All of my niggas is meglo I'm pumpin' that Petrol And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Nothing is real, we in the Hills On foreign wheels, you in your feels We in the building, we in here building We stackin' ass up like LEGOs All of my niggas is meglo I'm pumpin' that Petrol And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They cuttin' funding, locking up children, and banning books While I'm poppin bottles with dope boys that bottom 'Til we shoot our babies like Sandy Hook No truth to be found anywhere we look Can’t be fucked quotin' any bloke Rush in bust like King Mob on these archons and Bitch I know all of my exit doors All of my haters get X and O’s All of my mates is on X and coke Artists out here starving, we golden hearted Good deed when we feed 'em these decibels, easy Easy as making a mil' off a mil' that you got from a will You could hold numbers on Billboard or get voted POTUS Know I do not fuck with you still Facing augmented realities Even before the technology I’ma keep poking these niggas stay woke on these niggas until they raise my mama salary Simulation Simulation (Simulation) Simulation Simulation (Simulation) Simulation Simulation (Simulation) Simulation Simulation (Simulation) From Letras Mania