S O D a P O P

[Intro]

[Verse]
Yeah
Life ain’t really paradise but still I’m on a roll like a pair of dice
Hit a double 6 but fuck 12 just to be precise
I’m hella nice
Nothing like vanilla ice
Nothing really free up in this life
A peace of mind is comin' at a price
A lot of y'all rappers really need that G checkin'
Busy writing rhymes 'bout my fuckin' imperfections
Like it’s finna make you blow up that’s the answer I be guessin'
Got your future baby mommas in the cut like C Section
We are not the same and that’s the shit that I’m embracin'
We bе on the same field but diffеrent goals is what we’re chasing
This a marathon so ain’t no need for all the racin'
I see y'all be getting yours
I'm getting mine through all the patience
I show love and y'all just mistake it for ass kissin'
The game is not a movie', so why must you act different?
Niggas really claim they real but be getting on mad business
So my verses really heavy and solid I anvil it, uh
Do us, cut 'em off if they move sus'
Take her ass to the white sheets
Get the point like a Klu Klux
I could never give two fucks, I’m on a roll
And judging by my rollout
They tryna roll me in but I could never really fold
Treat these niggas like my sons, I’m like a father figure
And the money call me 'Daddy', guess I father figures
But through it all
See there’s a project I'ma drop
I really hope you finna listen 'cause this music’s all I got

[Outro]