Cam Meekins - Role Model lyrics

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 [?] 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 [?]