Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song Lamp City, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Artist Partner Group
Song language: English
Fresh |
Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe |
Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve |
In seventh grade I almost cut from the team |
But now I’m six feet three the young 'un living so clean |
Ain’t go no marketing money dummy just me and my team |
Fuck the game and the politics this is me as I seem |
Think this is sweet, must be livin' the dream |
I like sugar in coffee I’m cuttin' back on the cream |
This real life, you ain’t never gon' be safe like latex |
Got more flows than A’s babies got safe sex |
Wait, does that make sense |
Can’t be serious |
Hold my mic and my balls 'till I’m gettin' delirious |
Smokin' half grams in cans bitches spread like pan |
Cam killin these verses like sanitizin' my hands |
Signin shit for my fans I try not to give a fuck more |
You tryin' to find me, go find a city with doctors |
Told me I’m trippin' |
Said that I wouldn’t listen |
Now I’m young and got deals |
And they like «damn Cam did it» |
Sayin' bitches that was like «Nah, Cam I’m busy» |
Is in my business in life |
«Damn Cam you so distant» |
And the dissin' in this is simple, no mix in my verses |
I’m hard on these verses like its written in cursive |
Now anybody tryin talkin' shit look worthless |
I carry the game while ya’ll carry ya purses |
Fresh out school, I told these bitches to leave |
You ain’t gon' believe in me, I’mma do it just me |
Got no other people’s money, this is me and my team |
If you ain’t reppin my city, then you ain’t gettin' no tees |
I got the game on lockbox, the key in my socks |
I’m smokin' and rollin' we sittin up on some rocks |
You want the green like ceilo, you look corrupt like fox |
Throw me and Matty a twenty we make 'em beat that knocks |
Like Kevin Costner you actin' |
Put your raps in the basket |
I can buy it stores, you generically rappin |
Spit it smooth like satin |
Hit the J like a captain |
And throw the allieoop on 'em and clean it up like napkins |