Soccer Dad
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics

Damn, nigga, damn
Expressing frustration and annoyance

Now here we go again
Starting a new phase or situation

Before I had a fam, was mappin' out Everything I wanted, earned what I planned
I had goals and made a plan before having a family

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
I have been through tough times and kept going, and my crew helped bring other rappers into the game

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
Stop pretending like you didn't believe in us, and don't claim to know me when we were never friends. I can fight and have great style, that's who I am.

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 (hmm)
My real life is chill but fun, and while I watch my kids play sports, other rappers should clean up their act.

Groovy ass, no face killa that love to smile They wonder how I mind my business and still around I got a half a ticket, parked out crooked, they wonder how 'Cause the M's on me match my age, my nigga, wow
I'm a cool dude who still stays successful without causing trouble. People wonder how I have money and keep it low-key, but it matches my age.

I am he, no face killa, 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
I'm a mysterious guy and you're a clown. You act like you're good but your style is weak. I made hits with just a couch, and I'm successful.

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
I never had trouble with guys I couldn't handle. I had no political connections and just focused on making money. We worked hard and succeeded without relying on outside help.

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
Hardship never slowed me down. My dad wasn't there, but it made me learn to be tough. Being raised by women made me resilient, and I move forward at my own pace.

Real life pain what I'm talking, so I don't "play" rap The shit you enjoy what I'm kicking, I'm going through that The lame niggas tell us who cool now, why they do that? Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf
I don't pretend to experience pain in my songs. The struggles I rap about are real. Why do unimportant people determine who is cool? I'm doing better and turning a new chapter.

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 they do it through me
I'm a black guy with amazing kids, and I reached new heights by achieving all my goals. I rap with others who make hits.

Get up off my dick Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn) Get up off my nuts Damn, nigga, damn (suu) Get up off my dick (bounce) Damn, nigga, damn (suu, suu, suu, suu) Get up off my nuts Damn, nigga, damn Get up off my dick (bounce) Damn, nigga, damn
Stop following me and trying to bother me.