[Chorus: Naeem]

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)

[Verse 1: Naeem]

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

Seeking 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

[Refrain: Swamp Dogg]

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[Chorus: Naeem]

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)

[Verse 2: Naeem]

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

[Refrain: Swamp Dogg]

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