Cam Meekins - Sentences lyrics

Coming with flow sicker than cinnamon Sins but I'm living in My sentences is so slick chicks think I slip it in sh**'s getting thick when she pulling quick on my dick But that's wack rap my flow's gonna jizz over your penmanship Educated from myself masturbated my brain You don't get it Then get out of my lane I brought the rain now that rain gonna come this lamp city sh** is sick like a bic to the spliff And seeing some titty sh** I ain't new to this crap I'm like a Buddhist when I rap But I'm skinny got that minimal fat my words Splat your tracks master my tracks faster getting more views So sign your record deal and go get more shoes I don't give a f** about Or even think about a style That's my style is wild it to the eye Than a f**ing guy screaming that he's s**y and he know it I'm a b**h rocking flannels and some jeans like a poet So it's, f** a cosine So what I'm lame because I rhyme and also a white guy Somewhere in between six feet and six-five Oh my spit is so fly go die if you ain't on my vocal sh** I'm over it Tried to get a tour together nobody was flowing it Tried to get a session going nobody was smoking it f** the rap game I run that sh** from my basement And make all these mother f**ers look easy like it's some staples sh**