Cherry Soda

(Rowan Wilton)

This is an upbeat/hype rap song to showcase your technical skill of different flows and delivery. The lyrics are braggadocious, establishing that you're at the top of your game, though the lyrics make it clear that you're still hungry for more success, and nothing is stopping you from achieving that dream. The lyircs also distinguish the difference between fake love, from fans and the ones you call family, from real love. A great song to impress others, but works just as well for turning up in a party setting.

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Verse 1: They say my rappin sick it's these signs I throw up Like some lit propane bitch I’m bouta blow up So high up off this dope I got vertigo Ya I’m moving slow but flowing like a pro Why they sleeping on me guess they must be tired Save the rap game like I’m the new messiah Girl ima nail you hard and then I’ll crucify ya Bend her backwards now she singing like the choir I’m in beast mode my flow too malicious They say I’m power hungry I prefer ambitious Your favourite rapper’s dead so keep your well wishes And I’m the killer bitch no need to act suspicious They say the game is easy but we on different levels Record after record I could never settle (Insert producer name) whipped it up the beat be goin mental So I came in bodying this here instrumental I'm just an underdog I’m rapping with the wolfpack OD of the drugs or rap till my pulse flat I’m really in my bag man that’s full facts And yes I’ve taken L’s but like big Sean I’m finna bounce back Chillin in the stu sippin cognac You can catch me pullin up in a big body Cadillac Pussy so good I had a heart attack So the only time you’ll see me under arrest is when it’s cardiac I’m chopping up trees like a lumberjack I came into this game tryna ball ain’t no running back All these new rappers is kinda ass So just know I’m stating facts when I say there’s no coming back I know that I’m going on a killing spree But I hate when these rappers always feeding of my energy Ima live my life till I reach Exodia So ima always keep it poppin like a fucking cherry soda bruh Chorus: Always keep it poppin like a cherry soda bruh Always keep it poppin like a cherry soda bruh You went against the gang, but I won’t be holdin ya Just know I keep it poppin like a fucking cherry soda bruh Verse 2: Trap hard like omg Ronny Live show these bitches on me (Uh) Hoes brain dead like zombies I think they need a lobotomy (Uh Uh) I bet you never thought of me When you were thinking of the next rap prodigy (Uh) And if I don’t win the lottery Then ima still make bank like a robbery (Ooooo) Skrt off in a two seat Beat em up like Bruce lee My fame comes then my fans come acting like they knew me Well I’ll be smoking on that indica Because a homie still is in the cut Keep some racks up by my gut My girl got a bubble butt Poppin out quarter to one It’s night out but my work not done Make bangers like a loaded gun I'm just out here having fun Pumped up with adrenaline One of a kind specimen Bars like red man And jokes just like letterman My bars carry meaning call them heavy weight And THC keep me lifted so I levitate Flowing right of the dome never hesitate Young fly and free so there’s always time to celebrate I’m an artist first and no I’m not for purchase Warrior roots run deep way below the surface And my words cut deep like I was a surgeon Put the pen to the pad while I find my purpose I’ll either clock 16 or I’ll jot 16 The beat go crazy but it’s not 16 And the gang go crazy cuz it’s not just me Im the middle man fit right in between I might take your girl out in broad day Cuz I’m making plays like Broadway Now she wanna be my wife But she got it backwards Ima bachelor for life Chorus: Always keep it poppin like a cherry soda bruh Always keep it poppin like a cherry soda bruh You went against the gang, but I won’t be holdin ya Just know I keep it poppin like a fucking cherry soda bruh

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