Dat Sound Good - PRhyme

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—»

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«—there»

«Dat sound good right there»

«Dat sound good—»

«Dat sound good right there»