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Palace foi lançado em 31 de outubro de 2011 por A$AP Worldwide/Polo Grounds Music/RCA Records como parte do álbum LIVE.LOVE.A$AP
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Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Michael Volpe
Michael Volpe
Songwriter
Karl Jenkins
Karl Jenkins
Songwriter
Mike Ratledge
Mike Ratledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clams Casino
Clams Casino
Producer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Letra

[Verse 1]
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem **** gon' be feeling this
East Coast ****, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem **** gon' be feeling this
East Coast ****, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
[Verse 2]
Uh
Stone cold love, rose gold slugs
I could afford it, I imported stone cold drugs
Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned ****
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned, ****
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans ****
Slash lean sipping, Tennessee ****, nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music (Yeah)
A trill **** to the truest, show you how to do this
My all gold grills give her cold chills
Said she got a coke feel 'cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills
No deal, put her on her feet, toenails
Them vampires, them bloodsuckers, them thirsty killers
We 'bout it, 'bout it, we rowdy, rowdy, that Percy Miller
For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm 'bout to killa, I'm bout my skrilla
Give me the title, then give me the cash, fold it then bag it then move to the trap
Follow my stash, stealing my swag, **** is wickity wickity wack
Like Kriss Kross, her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
My bitch boss, Cristal, we smoking then thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and pass, making it last, walk in my shoes and then cross in my path
Game was for grabs, making 'em crash, took in a section ain't giving it back
Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is real life
An insight to my trill life, Clams
[Verse 3]
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
East Coast ****, boy, how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling it
Written by: Karl Jenkins, Michael Volpe, Mike Ratledge, Rakim Mayers

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