If my songs go pop, pop, pop
What makes you think I’m not okay with that?
I took my backpack off, off, off
Ready to change the game and run the track
Y’all thinking I'mma fall off
I’m Thomas the engine
Two seconds, you get ya' rocks off
That’s right I said you’re all soft
So I paint over the scene like I’m Bob Ross
I got ******* songs,
If you smoke good
I got peace songs
If you ain’t so hood
That you can’t kick it
Get it, have a party
Oh *******t homie don’t hurt nobody
Let your knees drop
While the beat rock
Need ma-sheen schemes
Something like Pete Rock
You got to hit the g spot
Life’s too short like an Ewok
Live it
Let your nerves shake
While the earthquake
Do the bird like it’s purple rain
Now say something stupid about girls and drinks
And slur your words and sip on Chardonnay
Now roll something up
What you waiting for?
Roll something up
Eyes low if you roll like us
So when I say so everybody jump
'Bout to turn a dream to a million
But we don’t chase cream
So we feed it to the children
Paint new faces on the canvas
As I write classic poems like Sanskrit
Epic
Three letters don’t forget it
Pronounced Sol
But I got soul in excess
The next best to the best
But the best ain’t reign yet
So I guess we all kings yes
A rising tide
Will raise all boats
But if you throw stones
Nobody floats
Negativity brings nothing but ills
That’s why I paint the perfect picture
With the team that I built
Say cheese
And pose like a G
And some gold dookie ropes
Like Run DMC
Too many homies on my team
Made a whole ******* album with my family, ha
Don’t ever let it waste y’all
That’s why you got to make love
Let me get a Sol clap
Can I get a Sol clap?
Let me get a Sol clap
Can I get a Sol clap?