Lyrics Role Model - Cam Meekins

Role Model

I don’t give a fuck about what’s io wrong
I am trying to write a song, I am not a role model
Homie naw that’s where you’re wrong
Anybody with the power and the following
That’s leading kids down a bad path get the
Hollow and I thy to bring the soul back to music
They ain’t hearing it, maybe if I sold drugs
And died my fucking hair again
Maybe if these cold cut turkeys wasn’t scared of him
They wouldn’t wanna push me to the side like the syrians
Ignoring shit, boring shit, heave the mic torn to bits
Roll a spliff, take a hit and then it’s back to biz
Every single day is a grind
We don’t play with my time
Cause I’m blowing up the game
Cause its full of snakes
It’s 2017, George Bush the man now
While the presidents in mar-a-lago with pants down
What up Melania, he trying to get inside of ya
I think his dicks too small, that’s why he’s on the
I mean Napoleon, cam is on the roll again
I bring the whole fam to the show so they
Can flow with him, this whole worlds gross
Where is the custodian
Just grab him by the pussy
And end up at the podium
Too much sodium
My blood presure od’ing
I need like 25K for the per diem
And if you fuck around with me
Then that’s a bad weekend
They say they love it, who is that?
That be that Cam Meekins
Everybody wanna love you until they lose control
Then they look a t me and say I’m on a roll
Cause I don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Where I come I don’t talk
On top, on top, on top, on top, homemade, aye
We gonna make it to the top, homemade
All day until I mother fucking drop homemade, aye
Ima make it to the top, homemade, ah
We living in a world where
That fake shit gets circulated, take shit percolated
Do what ever to be famous
Why every album that come out now dot mad writers?
And Instagram kids becoming autograph signers
I see you chilling on the charts when I pass by you
The industry is full of usc matt leinarts
Your all from the same block, same spot
You bet kids to sign on the dot
Then fuck them like they have vaginas
Now I don’t see these dudes
And I don’t need to use
Drug references to sion a million deal or make the news
I spill the secrets to the same
All the marketting schemes the same
I just hit them with that flame like its benihana hannas
And I don’t get the recognition I deserve?
Cause I won’t hire a publicist to help me spread the word?
Shit I just threw the whole industry the bird
And I’m still gonna get a deal cause don’t listen to the words
They looking at the data
I don’t see you fucking haters
Ya’ll the type to call the waiter
And not leave him any paper
But fuck I’m just a skater
With the mind of a debater
Spitting facts on the record
It may take you fools a second but
You think a fucking death threat is gonna scare me?
Bitch I’m pretty sure I died when I was 15
I’m pure facts, all your raps cot the mix breed
Hit up Cam Meekins if you need a hot 16
Everybody wanna love you until they lose control
Then they look a t me and say I’m on a roll
Cause I don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Where I come I don’t talk
On top, on top, on top, on top, homemade, aye
We gonna make it to the top, homemade
All day until I mother fucking drop homemade, aye
Ima make it to the top, homemade, ah