Sound Right

Lyrics

[Chorus] Got my sound right Ayy what it sound like They talk behind your back That's real childlike They're trying to change your voices up, but it don't sound right Ain't never quitting boy, y'all never see no towel fly I got my style right Rock crowds right I rev the town right I rock the crown right Level headed, yeah I never was the wild type Smooth motherfucker smoke the Black & Mild type [Verse] I like real drums, I wanna feel some But get the 808s when I wanna kill some But right now I just really wanna spill some And listen closеly, get to know me as a little onе I was a real one when I was real young I had the little middle finger with the little thumb I wasn't born with self-esteem, I had to build some I used to fill my lungs till I couldn't feel none This was Chatam County though, almost went to Northwood Four-wheelers, dope dealers, slow living in church folk RC Colas and cars, hogs and dirt roads The pain used to burn slow, but never let the hurt show Speaking of the hurt though, I seen it with my own eyes Peeking at them fallen shortcomings of these long lies Feel them coming down my face when Jay made that Song Cry Especially when she made that right turn at that wrong time Fuck it's been a long time, I'm reminiscing I played my favorite games on all different kind of systems We was all tripping when the Panthers finally made it But they lost it all to Brady and them Lakers played them Pistons I can still smell them Black & Milds from a distance Papa still in the kitchen, four 4s were still tippin' Plot was still thickening, I put it in a written Trying to hang on memories, but see a lot is still missing Forgot about the Faircloths, forgot about the Mangums Forgot about the foster home beatings in the basement Forgot about the love when I was all about the glory I put so much in my rhymes that I forgot about the stories Like that time when I was nine and knew religion was important But I wasn't satisfied inside this body I was born in Trying to be immortal, I started out recording Boy I knew I had them verses, but had trouble with the chorus [Chorus] Got my sound right Ayy what it sound like They talk behind your back That's real childlike They're trying to change your voices up, but it don't sound right Ain't never quitting boy, y'all never see no towel fly I got my style right Rock crowds right I rev the town right I rock the crown right Level headed, yeah I never was the wild type Smooth motherfucker smoke the Black & Mild type