Voice is gone but it makes it sound crazier
I don’t give a f** about what’s io wrong
I am trying to write a song, I am not a role model
Homie naw that’s where you’re wrong
Anybody with the power and the following
That’s leading kids down a bad path get the
Hollow and I thy to bring the soul back to music
They ain’t hearing it, maybe if I sold d**
And died my f**ing hair again
Maybe if these cold cut turkeys wasn’t scared of him
They wouldn’t wanna push me to the side like the syrians
Ignoring sh**, boring sh**, heave the mic torn to bits
Roll a spliff, take a hit and then it’s back to biz
Every single day is a grind
We don’t play with my time
Cause I’m blowing up the game
Cause its full of snakes
It’s 2017, George Bush the man now
While the presidents in mar-a-lago with pants down
What up Melania, he trying to get inside of ya
I think his dicks too small, that’s why he’s on the
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I mean Napoleon, cam is on the roll again
I bring the whole fam to the show so they
Can flow with him, this whole worlds gross
Where is the custodian
Just grab him by the p**y
And end up at the podium
Too much sodium
My blood presure od’ing
I need like 25K for the per diem
And if you f** around with me
Then that’s a bad weekend
They say they love it, who is that?
That be that Cam Meekins
Everybody wanna love you until they lose control
Then they look a t me and say I’m on a roll
Cause I don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Where I come I don’t talk
On top, on top, on top, on top, homemade, aye
We gonna make it to the top, homemade
All day until I mother f**ing drop homemade, aye
Ima make it to the top, homemade, ah
We living in a world where
That fake sh** gets circulated, take sh** percolated
Do what ever to be famous
Why every album that come out now dot mad writers?
And Instagram kids becoming autograph signers
I see you chilling on the charts when I pa** by you
The industry is full of usc matt leinarts
Your all from the same block, same spot
You bet kids to sign on the dot
Then f** them like they have vaginas
Now I don’t see these dudes
And I don’t need to use
Drug references to sion a million deal or make the news
I spill the secrets to the same
All the marketting schemes the same
I just hit them with that flame like its benihana hannas
And I don’t get the recognition I deserve?
Cause I won’t hire a publicist to help me spread the word?
sh** I just threw the whole industry the bird
And I’m still gonna get a deal cause don’t listen to the words
They looking at the data
I don’t see you f**ing haters
Ya’ll the type to call the waiter
And not leave him any paper
But f** I’m just a skater
With the mind of a debater
Spitting facts on the record
It may take you fools a second but
You think a f**ing d**h threat is gonna scare me?
b**h I’m pretty sure I died when I was 15
I’m pure facts, all your raps cot the mix breed
Hit up Cam Meekins if you need a hot 16
Everybody wanna love you until they lose control
Then they look a t me and say I’m on a roll
Cause I don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Where I come I don’t talk
On top, on top, on top, on top, homemade, aye
We gonna make it to the top, homemade
All day until I mother f**ing drop homemade, aye
Ima make it to the top, homemade, ah
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