Machine Gun Kelly, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B — The IllEST the realEST the trillEST

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Pesos, pesos, all I know is chase those
Everyday I wake up, all I drink is Jamo
My bitch is insane, all she want is anal
She cut blow with Drain-O, bust it on the table
Everybody say they loyal, tell me where the fuck is they though?
We ain’t never see you bitches, come in San Diego
I ain’t ever sold my soul, I ain’t ever had no halo
Smoke J’s big as egg rolls, hit that Jose Canseco
Mix that OJ and Cuervo, so high that I see angels
Came all the way from the kitchen, frying them potatoes
You can talk all you want to, cause it will never be in my face though
And ya’ll mothafuckas keep lookin, but can’t nobody fill my space ho
I’m the realest mothafucka, I’m on some UGK
Trillest mothafucka, you feel me mane?

Original nigga I’ve never been cloned
Never been sober, I’m high like a drone
Smoking a cone, used to distribute cocaine in your zone
But shit, I moved on, to bigger and better
I’m smarter and wiser, so this shouldn’t be a surprise