Dat Sound Good (feat. Ab-Soul, Mac Miller)

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...
 I'm in tip-top condition, with a hustler's ambition
 I'm sick of hip-hop, 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
 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 too, 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 evil
 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)