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    (God bless, these the last days)

    (Chorus)
    Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
    Well is it real, nah man, we 'bout sick a that shit
    Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
    Well is it trill, it's so trill
    Is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
    Well is it real, nah man, we 'bout sick a that shit
    Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
    Well is it trill, it's so trill

    (Crump)
    Michelle died on the damn run, runnin from life
    I'm gettin stares from these bitches, riches got 'em so shife
    Evil lurks in my mind, though I'm tryin to find peace
    My mom is payin for a crib, a cracker's holdin the lease
    These niggas holdin the piece, cock the hammer, heard it click
    Gun held in my hand, but the glock it didn't spit
    Niggas takin my shit, I ran my clothes and my shoes
    ??? robbin a nigga, kill his ass if he move
    But y'all ain't killin Lavell, without a fight tonight
    Nigga, I ain't never did shit, I been a muthafuckin victim
    Y'all can have this cash, but let me catch ya ass slippin
    I'm bringin drama tonight, and takin back my Scottie Pippen's

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    (Kamikaze)
    Uh, recognize we some trill niggas with that rhyme,
    in the grind, all the time
    Free for stylin, through the mind
    Laughin Lana's hard to find
    Turnin water, into wine, makin dollars, outta dimes
    Savin souls we gone shine, watermelon to the rhine
    Chicken wings and musket dimes
    Ballin off the laker pines
    Shake a nigga, to the nines
    Swoop his ass up out his vines
    Trans bitch, make you rich, pick a style then watch it switch
    Maybe y'all can check it like this here, check it
    Let me show y'all trill, can a brother get ill
    What's the deal if I still feel
    like I won't kill 'cause I just can't pay my bills
    And my got damn girl won't take her pills
    Make a nigga wanna play the field, pray for real
    Hopin all my partners stay for real
    Can you say boy Crooked Lettaz ain't for real?
    'Cause we makin that shit that the playas feel
    You done made a deal, 'cause ya tape don't hit
    Talk that talk, and ya boy can't spit
    Ain't no bigger than a small time
    Lav, get my money, better find that trick
    Stick, move, can't, lose, do them shows, pay them dues
    Hip-hop, worldwide, Mississippi, play them blues
    Choose life, through the strife
    Take some kids, and a wife
    Knife, edge, cut a wedge
    Keep ya juice and know the ledge
    Dead, still, run a mil, south niggas keep it trill for real

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    (Crump)
    These demons searchin for my soul, they gettin closer and warm
    Enemies in pale skin in my physical form
    No, it's funny, 'cause I don't even mourn for the day
    I can't get these white pictures of Jesus outta my head
    The preacher's Bible said there's no depiction of Christ
    But then they lie to a brother, now my mind ain't right
    'Cause if God is white, and black folks ain't shit
    But they know that he wasn't, but they couldn't run the risk
    Of their town praisin one who looked more like ???
    They rather play in my mind and send us all to hell
    But I'm here to tell the truth, fuck the myths and the lies
    But what's bad they can't even look me straight in my eyes

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    (Crump and Kamikaze-talking)
    I'd like to say this shit
    wouldn't have ever happened without our man ---,
    you know what I'm sayin
    He layed this shit down for here, and his little daughter,
    you know what I'm sayin
    You'll make this trill for us daddy, you know what I'm sayin
    So trill, so trill, so trill, so trill, so trill
    Much love, everybody that keep it trill
    All the trill niggas
    Missippii, Jacktown, lil' Africa baby,
    everybody in the NY lookin out for us,
    Chi-Town, Cali baby, all over the world daddy
    It don't matter where you from it's trill everywhere you go
    Texas, Atlanta, Tennessee
    You know what I'm sayin,
    they tryin to make you think the same shit ain't
    happenin on the west coast, that's happenin on the east coast,
    this shit is happenin to all us worldwide
    London, Africa, the same trill shit goin on
    Our folks is hurtin, shit is trill, Australia
    Bullshit, it don't matter
    (Nah man, I'm sick of this shit)
    It don't matter, trill right here man,
    'bout as trill as it gets, all over,
    shit, God bless, God bless
    so trill, so trill, straight out a lil' Africa baby
    Crooked Lettaz, a new beginning baby
    Andre, it's the peace daddy, know that

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    Composition: Lavell Crump

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