Naeem feat. Swamp Dogg & Justin Vernon - Startisha

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

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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Credits
Writer(s): Naeem Hanks, Justin Vernon, Simon Christensen, Tom Richman, Philesciono Canty, Samuel Greenberg, Zack Sewall
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