Maestro Cam - I Don't lyrics

[Verse 1: Maestro Cam] I don't know what you want from me I'm goin' harder on this beat than a California red wood tree Rappin' like I'm Tracy T Maybe soon I'll be in MMG I'm bustin' down all these walls I don't care if it's one in China Or if it's a f**in' hymen Swear to God, it's my time Swear to God I think Montana has a hearing problem (Haaaaan) Let's go up an octave, I'm all in I'm ballin' like Spalding 90 percent of rappers f**in' fakers I'm from Baldwin County, Alabama Bruce Banner like I'm Hulkin' She say if my song is good enough Then she might let me hold hands, AH! f** her, and everything she stand for I don't want to know your feelings You know what I what I want, girl! [Verse 2: Maestro Cam] I don't need a hook cause my rhymes are f**in' excellent Just like how I am in bed, look how wet these covers get Thought about takin' out that line for the fam' But they gon' learn today like I'm teaching them a lesson, trick! Used to think I'm Heaven-sent The way my bars go over heads, I was on some halo sh** I ain't who you f**in' with Rhymes are on another level, yeah, I got experience If I had one word to call you, son, I guess it'd be inferior Interior of my car, you know I like it leather So I get them seat heaters, make me that much hotter Speaking of cars, want to know why I picked this beat? So my Unc' could play it loud through the subs behind his seat That's the truth, swear to God The only reason that I rhyme is so maybe one day I'll hear him Pull up in the yard bumpin' Cam and not these other retards A.K.A Chief Keef, GBE, BrickSquad, Gucci Mane f** y'all - y'all destroyin' Hip-Hop At the top it's just us? Shut the f** up Been a year in the game and I still ain't got no fame So if I don't make it off this, y'all can go and s** my dick But if I do make it off this, you can still s** my dick, AH!