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Dat sound good

I'm a - I'm just a -
(Dat good right here)
I'm just a regular with thugs and legends
I got deceased in my phone I never delete
I keep my cellular into Heaven
nudge the reverend
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 these soldiers 'em for me
I told her I'ma chill but I'm a OG
Wish I could go in time and keep it real with my old lady
I asked if she'd rather deal with a dope
Or would she rather deal with my cold
That's a question
May the man win and may I be the best man I can be
Everywhere I'm at but my
Get live from guns that are gigantic
you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic
You're die, dammit
I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio I'm tryna say "homicide" in Spanish
My nigga Joell Ortiz

Dat sound there

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

Dat sound good

A of poison in my blood stream
Now it's gettin' ugly, I must be another
How lucky am I to be alive? I'm goin' crazy
Bought a with money I raised for Haiti
Abducted Brenda's baby, 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 right there)
Yeah, the walkin' bicentennial mint
Born an idea, was a man
I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nine and Primo
Shit, Fish, he brought the technicolor dream coke
I'm spittin' on the face of
You internet rappers with no matter, I you
I ain't human, more a movement of
from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

Dat good there