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Dat good there

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

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I'm in tip-top condition, a hustler's ambition
I'm sick of hip-hop, I be in the damn kitchen
Whippin' potent for the chosen clientele
All the that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell
But a twisted figure 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 it's backwards to go against God, dog
Whoever gets a whiff of the is loaded like the World Series
Jobs died, now the world Siris
(I respect you) and that's as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up like you're to match
you ablaze, extinguish your remains
I'm the of this game, old school or new
Old Soul, but my is new

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A bunch of poison in my stream
Now it's gettin' ugly, I be another junky
How am I to still be alive? I'm goin' crazy
Bought a Mercedes with I raised for Haiti
Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay
Take drugs too, high enough to juggle some space shuttles
worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air
Inhale, (that sound good right there)
Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' mint
an idea, was never a man
I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel and Primo
Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor coke
I'm on the face of evil
You internet rappers no matter, I delete you
I human, more a movement of illusions
Live confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

Dat good there