| Yeah
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| I’m just a—just—I'm just a—I'm just a—
|
| «Dat sound good—»
|
| Yeah
|
| I’m just a—I'm just a—
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| I’m just a regular chilling with thugs and legends
|
| I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete
|
| I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven
|
| Somebody nudge the reverend
|
| Tell him I’m selling a white girl like I’m Starbucks, Uggs and leggings
|
| All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G
|
| All of these soldiers killin' 'em for me
|
| I told her I’ma chill, but still I’m a OG
|
| Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady
|
| I asked if she’d rather deal with adultery
|
| Or would she rather deal with my cold feet
|
| That’s a wild question
|
| May the best man win and may I be the best man that I can be
|
| Everywhere I’m at but my wedding
|
| Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic
|
| Cause you wouldn’t bow down like the front of the Titanic
|
| You’re gonna die, damn it
|
| I’m bringin' drama through your homicidio like I’m tryna say «homicide»
|
| in Spanish
|
| My nigga, Joell Ortiz said;
|
| «Dat sound—»
|
| «—good—»
|
| «Dat sound—»
|
| «—good right there»
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| «Dat sound good—»
|
| Check
|
| «—right—»
|
| «—right—»
|
| «—right there»
|
| I’m in tip-top condition—mm
|
| «Dat sound—»
|
| Just gotta seek the passion
|
| «—good right there»
|
| I’m in tip-top condition, with a hustler’s ambition
|
| I’m sick of hip-pop, I should be in the damn kitchen
|
| Whippin' somethin' potent for the chosen clientele
|
| All the smoke that I inhale, I’m 'posed to be high as Hell
|
| But that’s a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you
|
| I’m guaranteed Heaven before I’m beneath the soil
|
| Toying with the squad, that’s how you get sent to God, dog
|
| You know it’s backwards to go against God, dog (Dang!)
|
| Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series
|
| Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris
|
| (I respect you) And that’s serious as a heart attack
|
| I’m an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
|
| In fact, you gassed up like you hard to match
|
| Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains
|
| I’m the leader of this game, old school or new
|
| Old soul, but my shoes is new
|
| Yo, yo
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| Soul!
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| «Dat sound good right—»
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| «Dat sound good right—»
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| Yeah, a bunch of poison in my blood stream
|
| Now it’s gettin' ugly, I must be another junkie
|
| How lucky am I to still be alive? |
| I’m going crazy
|
| Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti
|
| Abducted Brenda’s baby, sold it to a gay couple
|
| Take drugs, you high enough to juggle with some space shuttles
|
| Your worst nightmare, breathing all the white air
|
| Inhale, exhale («Dat sound good right there»)
|
| Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial, man
|
| Born an idea, was never a man
|
| I’m with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine, and Preemo
|
| Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat
|
| Hock-ptui! |
| I’m spitting on the face of Vevo
|
| You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you
|
| I ain’t human, more a movement of illusions
|
| Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em—boom
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| «Dat sound good—»
|
| «—right—»
|
| «Dat sound good—»
|
| «—right—»
|
| «—there»
|
| «Dat sound good right there»
|
| «Dat sound good—»
|
| «Dat sound good right there» |