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
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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