Lyrics Get It - Cam Meekins

Get It

They always said that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They always said that I was never ever meant to get it
They always thought that I would never do it on my own
But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed
They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone
I smoke a hundred grams, 'cause I’m sick of all these bitches
I broke a hundred Iphones, I’m saying fuck these ho’s
I walked into the label, tell them all to suck a d-dick
I walked into the rolex store, bought myself some gold
They always said that I was never ever meant to get it
They always thought that I would never do it on my own
But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed
They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone
Trust me I’m insane, in my head I’m always switching
At first, it’s where I came from, and then it’s where I’m going
I’m looking to alleviate my stress, she told me, «get in»
We drove a hundred miles just to smoke and write some poems
You fucking with my head, the world’s going insane
We votin' for a crazy motherfucker, 'cause of fame
My teacher said, «you lazy motherfucker, get some grades»
GPA was 1.1
Why they legalizing guns, what the fuck
Smoke some weed
Why these people never tell me what they need
Why do we rap about doing
Got no swing, cut it out
I had surgery, now I’m out
Smoking cali, fuck a drought
Fight at my shows, I’ll kick you out
I’m just like a Tarantino, painting visions like a free throw
I’ll be ballin' when I see ho’s, stuck in the middle like a 'sino
Yeah, fuck the beat up when I talk to it
Your rap’s shit, I pick my feet up when I walk through it
They always said that I was never ever meant to get it
They always thought that I would never do it on my own
But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed
They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone
I smoke a hundred grams, 'cause I’m sick of all these feelings
I broke a hundred Iphones, depression ain’t a joke
I walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-dick
Just give me all my royalty, so I can get some gold
I’m living with my ups and downs, tryna keep it moving
Oh, I’m tryna make a beat but I get trapped up in my studio
On a hot pursuit to happiness, and I ain’t payin' my taxes yet
If I pay cash, can they see the money I spend up at the jewelry store
A hundred dollars more to pay the rent
But all is, and in the tent
When you was cock-blocking at the dance
my events
Don’t get it twisted, I’m twistin' words
Poppin' pills, I’m poppin' verbs
Might smoke something to keep me sane
She in the friend zone, in the lane
This is real shit, real shit
No strip search, but they feel this
Her lips hurt from this real dick
My O. G fans can tweet about this
But on a real fam, we’re still growing up
Learning new shit every day
A lot of ya’ll blame someone else
But I ain’t been one to complain
And I was out last night, with the crew I have
the bad things, saying «you my dad»
I didn’t have the cash to pay the tab
So I guess that make me a deadbeat dad
Shit, just tryna turn dreams into realities
And keep my friends over formalities
They always said that I was never ever meant to get it
They always thought that I would never do it on my own
But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed
They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone
I smoke a hundred grams, 'cause I’m sick of all these feelings
I broke a hundred Iphones, depression ain’t a joke
I walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-dick
Just give me all my royalty, so I can get some gold
So I can get some gold
Yeah, you already know what it is, man
Tryna get some, eh
Tryna get some, yeah
Lamp city for life