Letra de Soccer Dad - ScHoolboy Q

Yeah

Damn, nigga, damn, oh

Pssht, yeah, uh

Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)

Yo, uh

Now here we go again, before I had a fam'

Was mappin' out everything I wanted, earned what I planned

You pussy niggas know about my body, caught my second wind

Quit actin' like me and my crew of niggas ain't bring the rappers in

Quit actin' like the shit you said wouldn't work, like we ain't make it win

Quit actin' like you know me, little nigga, we was never friends

My knuckle game, my flip-flop too crazy, I am really him

The soccer dad, my real life too wavy, while I cheer the stands

You little rappers go and wipe your mouth and go pull up your pants, hm

Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick

Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack

Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick

Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack

Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick

Damn, nigga, damn

Groovy ass, no face killer that love to smile

They wonder how I mind my business and still around

I got half a ticket parked out crooked, they wonder how

'Cause the Ms on me match my age, my nigga, wow

I am he, no face killer, and you's a clown

You can paint it good, but truth be told, it's watered down

Had a microphone, styles I flavored, and just a couch

Took it platinum twenty plus times, nigga, I'm not a slouch

Never had a problem with niggas I couldn't twist up

The big homie, no big homies to politic from

The blueprint of keepin' it low and stackin' ya' chips up

We buckled down, made shit happen, they didn't pick us

Death, disappointment and struggles ain't make my back ache

Pops never showed up, I thank him, it made my life great

The only child raised by women, I had to turn ape

The mental of a Black man hustle, I move at God's pace

Real life pain what I'm talkin', so I don't play rap

The shit you enjoy what I'm kickin', I'm goin' through that

The lame niggas tell us who cool now, where they do that?

Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf

Black nigga, bomb ass babies, I took a new leap

Slaughtered every goal that I put out and got a new reach

Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle and they do it through me, uh

Get up off my dick

Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)

Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)

Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)

Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)

Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)

Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)

Damn, nigga, damn

Damn, nigga, damn

Damn, nigga, damn

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