Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song 1993, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lamp City
Song language: English
Rain |
Yeah, yo |
I’m a crazy aversion with 6 verses, single ladies |
Sittin in shawty with Wayne Brady in Mercedes |
Benz driving lefty going 80 in a 10 |
Maybe it’s cause your busy masturbating with a friend |
You don’t see this next level shit that we on, we got you |
Smoking in the matrix with Keanu in a hospital |
Receiving sedatives I should probably get some better friends |
See my mom screaming through the glass please let him live |
Smoked out brain cells |
Piss and don’t aim well |
Probably cause I just drank some liquor now my name yelled |
Across the globe women see me in the road |
Take 'em back to the hotel and they can see me in the robe |
Woah, I’m not a fucking carbon copy of these other dudes |
Make 'em say Mmmm like a upside down 'W' |
I been spittin' it rappin' I get bitches to tap it |
I been ballin' like Nowitski and the Mavericks |
Bitch I make classics and never take class |
But you never see the bigger picture like some reading glasses |
I said it, I meant it |
Never fucking forget it |
My raps lame make a hater get hard like some head shit |
This is probably just some shit to roll a doobie up |
Knew that Matty had my back before he even threw me up |
I quit selling weed knew I had to stop man |
Used to push zips in the suburbs like Botwin |
I do it all rap pop so get your shit up |
Then I can write a radio smash and get my dick sucked |
Get up, get up |
It’s a stick up stick up |
Cause I shoot beats with lyric ammunition nition |
And I don’t wanna stop |
You will never see me |
I’m like some hot sauce |
When you burn a fuckin' CD |
Cause you put my shit on everything |
Knew that I would make it to the top |
I know I’m better than |
All of these bitches coming out right now |
If you ain’t got no respect shut your mouth right now |
This little bitch was tryna tell me that he Hollywood |
Get your production game up man you probably should |
Nothing personal my raps would fucking murder you |
And then my microphone would take the rap and fucking surgical |
With words sharper than fake shanks |
Up in your cervical |
Or get nervous and throw up in your mother fucking thermos |
So who’s next to get took |
I spit dank and get cooks |
So back the fuck off |
Cause I don’t need another fucking hook |
No man I don’t need a mother fucking hook |
Get the fuck back cause I don’t need a mother fucking hook |
Yeah 1993, 3 |
Fuck it I got one more |
Ready yo |
My name is |
CMP and I’m here to make an agreement |
With any tracks that I fucking smash down on the cement |
6 feet up I’m staying up high |
And my team fucks with all the best beats till we die |
Yeah that’s what I stand for |
What I make all my plans for |
The coldest rapper here so I keep my pockets with hand warms |
I’m the man for all the labels they don’t see me |
But why should I care when everybody wanna be me |
Uh from a to z be |
My flow alphabetical |
I spit it as medical |
Burn trees like a seminal |
Raps turn your flow up in your ear |
I still be that fresh man in my senior year |
Switch flows for the fun of it |
I’m a run with it |
I’m a king on the MI- |
See I just come with it |
I ain’t done with it never gonna be done with it |
Planning to get famous |
As soon as autumn or summer hit |
I stay studying |
Paperbacks in my bag pack |
Text books full of fat stacks |
That I get from this rap crap |
Flow sweet like the first bite of a flapjack |
Flow nasty like a gross plumbers ass crack |
Rappers going and leaving I put the beat in my sleeve |
And just make magic like a smart don’t I see man |
I been rapping since I was in 4th grade |
Now they tryna tell me Cam you don’t even make the grade |
But what’s an A when I’m a B what they C |
On the television late night |
Or even MTV |
So, schools just another marketing tactic |
So shout out to all the principals that’s got my back bitch |