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Dat sound good

I'm just a - I'm a -
(Dat sound right here)
I'm just a regular chilling thugs and legends
I got deceased contacts in my phone I delete
I keep my cellular into Heaven
nudge the reverend
Tell him I'm selling a white like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings
All of hugs and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G
All of soldiers killin' 'em for me
I told her chill but still I'm a OG
I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady
I asked if rather deal with a dope tree
Or she rather deal with my cold feet
a wild question
May the best man win and may I be the man I can be
I'm at but my wedding
Get live rounds from guns that are
Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the
gonna die, dammit
I'm drama through your homicidio like I'm tryna say "homicide" in Spanish
My nigga Joell Ortiz

Dat sound there

I'm in tip-top condition, a hustler's ambition
I'm sick of hip-hop, I should be in the damn
somethin' potent for the chosen clientele
All the that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell
But that's a twisted of speech, Hell is below you
I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the
Toyin' with the squad, how you get sent to God, dog
You know backwards to go against God, dog
Whoever gets a of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve Jobs died, now the Siris
(I respect you) and that's serious as a attack
I'm an artifact, we question if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up you're hard to match
Leave you ablaze, extinguish your
I'm the of this game, old school or new
Old Soul, but my is new

Dat sound there

A bunch of poison in my blood
Now gettin' ugly, I must be another junky
How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm crazy
Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for
Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay
Take drugs too, high enough to juggle with space shuttles
Your nightmare, breathin' all the white air
Inhale, exhale (that sound right there)
Yeah, the walkin' bicentennial mint
Born an idea, was a man
I'm Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Primo
Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the dream coke
I'm on the face of evil
You internet rappers no matter, I delete you
I ain't human, a movement of illusions
Live confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

Dat sound good