This is not to talk sh** this is just to spit facts I ain’t really with your raps I ain’t really with the cats Who on twitter talking wack you can put that all caps Come and see my a** in person I’ma knock your fitted cap Man I’m sick of playing games I had to make a change Told myself that I’ma be a millionaire I’m halfway I just do it for the art I did it from the start By myself made the beats and the art check the heart Lost my spleen when I was younger that really make me wonder Thought my a** was gonna die guess I’m here a little longer Got the mind of a maniac thoughts like a braniac Told these twitter rappers you can go and have your xannies back The game’s full of snakes I know cause I’m a part of it I know all of these label head dudes they retarded And it’s like I’m the prophet I’m tryna spread the wisdom Now people asking bout Cam Meekins like who is him I’ma tell you right now I’ma real a** dude And I’ma tell it like it is til that sh** get me sued You probably see me going hard I got something to prove Motherf**ers couldn’t even walk a block in my shoes Man my mind’s full of visions I made some bad decisions Every step you take back helps you see the bigger picture I just spit that raw sh** like what comes to my head I might spit that God sh** to help me out when I’m dead Everything I do’s for you… everything I do’s for you Been smoking more weeeeeeeed than I need to do [*gibberish*] f** a label cause that b**h can not erase me [?] had me running round the city she can taste me Atlantic records told me they gon’ shelf me like a pastry Left the f**ing deal now I’m making all this cake g it’s real Do it for your motherf**ing self I got dreams of a million cause money f**ing helps Ain’t talking buying clothes man I’m talking buying votes Making change with your change man that’s how this sh** goes I decided last year I was done taking sh** Had to cut some people off lost some friends to this biz You can wish some people well without letting them bring your a** down So these toxic people don’t keep them around I been traveling and smoking and babbling and coping But these punk motherf**ers never make me lose focus How the hell you put that a** in them super tight clothes Why the hell they put the gla** on the back of the phone I remember when my mom had to bail me out And I remember high school they can’t fail me now I had this chip on my shoulder for my whole entire life Every single person ever told me that I couldn’t write but Everything I do’s for you all the people I was smarter than be going to school But I just found my craft mastered it and made the sh** happen Bout to make it to the top I won’t ever stop rapping