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Dat sound there

I'm just a - I'm a -
(Dat good right here)
I'm just a chilling with thugs and legends
I got deceased contacts in my phone I delete
I keep my cellular plugged Heaven
Somebody nudge the
Tell him I'm selling a white girl I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings
All of these hugs and emojis killin' my foe, G
All of soldiers killin' 'em for me
I told her I'ma but still I'm a OG
I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady
I if she'd rather deal with a dope tree
Or would she deal with my cold feet
That's a wild
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 are gigantic
Cause you bow down like the front of the Titanic
You're gonna die,
I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm say "homicide" in Spanish
My nigga Ortiz said

Dat sound there

I'm in tip-top condition, with a hustler's
I'm sick of hip-hop, I should be in the damn
Whippin' somethin' potent for the clientele
All the smoke I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell
But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is you
I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the
Toyin' the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dog
You it's backwards to go against God, dog
gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve died, now the world Siris
(I you) and that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up like you're hard to
Leave you ablaze, extinguish remains
I'm the leader of 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 be alive? I'm goin' crazy
Bought a Mercedes money I raised for Haiti
Abducted baby, sold it to a gay couple
Take drugs too, high enough to juggle with space shuttles
Your nightmare, breathin' all the white air
Inhale, exhale (that sound good there)
Yeah, the unforgettable bicentennial mint
an idea, was never a man
I'm Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Primo
Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the dream coke
I'm spittin' on the face of
You internet rappers no matter, I delete you
I ain't human, more a of illusions
Live confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

Dat good there