Dat Sound Good Lyrics - Prhyme - Prhyme

Dat sound good right there 

I'm just a - I'm just a - Yeah 

I'm just a - I'm just a - 

(Dat sound good right here) 

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, dammit 

I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm tryna say "homicide" in Spanish 

My nigga Joell Ortiz said... 

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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 

Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dawg 

You know it's backwards to go against God, dog 

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're 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 

Photos 

A bunch of poison in my blood stream 

Now it's gettin' ugly, I must be another junky 

How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin' 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, breathin' all the white air 

Inhale, exhale (that 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 

I'm spittin' 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)