Simulation (feat. Swamp Dogg, Justin Vernon)

Nothing is real, we in the Hills
 On four all-wheels, you in your feels
 We in the building, we in here building
 We stackin' ass up like legos
 All of my niggas is make law
 I'm pumpin that Petrol
 And business is boomin' like
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Nothing is real, we in the Hills
 On four all-wheels, you in your feels
 We in the building, we in here building
 We stackin' ass up like legos
 All of my niggas is make law
 I'm pumpin that Petrol
 And business is boomin' like (Texaco)
 Yeah yeah yeah
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 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, oh no we alley-oop
 Loved her all polyamorous
 Except for the glamorous
 No ice on our wrist
 We eat the rich
 Bring so good I flip the whip
 So I set sail
 See ya simmer, ya I did saw a sailor sinkin'
 Thinking he was walking
 Walking on the waves
 Sayin' he could save
 Seeking souls really
 (He the one he need to save)
 Threw the ball of rope
 Pulled him on the boat
 Gave him breath again
 Til' he slowly woke
 Kissed him on his lips
 Then I stood and cried
 This ain't rock and roll
 This is patricide
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 Nothing is real, we in the Hills
 On four all-wheels, you in your feels
 We in the building, we in here building
 We stackin' ass up like legos
 All of my niggas is make law
 I'm pumpin that Petrol
 And business is boomin' like
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Nothing is real, we in the Hills
 On four all-wheels, you in your feels
 We in the building, we in here building
 We stackin' ass up like legos
 All of my niggas is make law
 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 the boys, divide 'em
 'Til we shoot our babies like Sandy Hook
 No truth to be found anywhere we look
 Can't be fuckin' with any bloke
 Rush and bust like him mob and these on-cons
 And bitch I know all of my Exodus
 All of my haters get X and Os
 All of my mixes on X and coke
 All this ice starvin' when we go the heart of the demon
 We feed him these decibels easy
 Easy is making a mil off the mil that you caught from a will
 You could hold numbers on Billboard or get vote in polls
 No I do not fuck with you still
 Facing a million realities
 Even before this technology
 I'ma keep poking these niggas,stay woke with these niggas
 Until they raise my momma's salary
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