The name of the city I’m from is Sarasota so all the bars are soda, tea, water and juice bars I rep the Sota like coke a cola salesman, I love a cherry Pepsi but it’s sumn bout that red can. I had all the mt dew, From the mountains of myoboku. Sage training helped me Dr. pepper and Thunder. The surge that I get, Like I been amped times 10, Pale skin come near me and leave Sunkist. Ain’t no sierra that I miss, Haters get turned to a sprite cuz they wasn’t equipped. All bark, And now they all sipping cold Barq’s. Sam’s was a choice but you thought you was too good to work at Walmart. Too busy Fanta sizing but lil divas and being cool, Like Chek ain’t got the same flavors and they come wit a sale too. Narrow minds could never sink mine, True Sailor orange and black in my bloodline I rep the Sota, That’s why always got my 4’s high I rep the Sota, New town Bunche Street imma say it Proud They jus wanna mess with tea, Guess y’all just the liptons now. you only like that online, You don’t really get a natures leaf You more Arizona, Kombucha not for the weak. Kept that shit brisk when you speak on me Tryna keep it starry But you really not Fresca G Olipop anyone tryna intervene on the dream. Like A&W but I only want the cream. Tropical fantasies got me by on my worst days, Still drop facts like Snapple on the air waves Tahiti treat how I see red in the beat, Big Red EG but I ain’t sweet! Have you schweppe off your feet, And Drying in Canada by the end of the week Hit em in the core where I know it hurts, Crack em like a Voss, Til they lose all they Life Water. Your never WAIĀKEA again these is broad waters, Icelandic how I give the cold shoulder. Cold enough I could make Crystal Geysers, Then let the glass make the water Acqua Panna. Thinking back to hanging wit Chilla and Jove, Dreams of being stars but we was green Pelligrino. From our city they love to try and box artist, Hate a nigga flow like they invented boxed water. Then when a nigga drop they play like it’s Just Water They was never essentia last I checked Sage training help perfect my storm release, They don’t wanna see the Liquid Death They ain’t got no juice, I Could wipe em out with the Ocean Spray. They ain’t got no juice, All them lemons and can’t lemonade See me repping Sota now they got the sour face