Soccer Dad lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Damn, n*gga, damn, oh
Pssht, yeah, uh
Damn, n*gga, damn (Damn, damn)
Yo, uh

[Verse 1]
Now here we go again, before I had a fam'
Was mappin' out everything I wanted, earned what I planned
You pus*y n*ggas know about my body, caught my second wind
Quit actin' like me and my crew of n*ggas ain't bring the rappers in
Quit actin' like the sh*t you said wouldn't work, like we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me, little n*gga, 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

[Chorus]
Damn, n*gga, damn, get up off my di*k
Damn, n*gga, damn, get up off my nutsack
Damn, n*gga, damn, get up off my di*k
Damn, n*gga, damn, get up off my nutsack
Damn, n*gga, damn, get up off my di*k
Damn, n*gga, damn
[Verse 2]
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 n*gga, 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, n*gga, I'm not a slouch
Never had a problem with n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 sh*t you enjoy what I'm kickin', I'm goin' through that
The lame n*ggas tell us who cool now, where they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf
Black n*gga, 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

[Chorus]
Get up off my di*k
Damn, n*gga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, n*gga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, n*gga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, n*gga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, n*gga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, n*gga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, n*gga, damn
Damn, n*gga, damn
Damn, n*gga, damn