Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Role Model, artist - Cam Meekins. Date of issue: 15.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |