Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Some Bars, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song The Life of Cam Meekins, Pt. 5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lamp City
Song language: English
Some Bars |
I used to rap off swaggy tracks, that’s how I got a buzz |
Now I be out in LA, where these bitches show me love |
I still be rollin' up, they play my shit up in the club |
Shit, and even if they don’t, we just bought a pound of smoke |
First they thought I was a joke now they give me my respect |
That means that your girl came through and gave me long neck |
Back when I was high school, never passed a fucking test |
Smoking weed up in the locker room, some shit I don’t regret |
Genuine rap-spitter, unborn snap-hitter |
When I’m finished laying flows I’m taking baby out to dinner |
I ain’t never been a quitter |
Eatin' pussy when I hit her |
But I think this chick a bird 'cause I met her on Twitter |
Doin' tours, gettin' blazed uo |
Spotify plays' up |
The YouTubes' good man, shoutout to the FaZe bros |
People switched up, but that never really fazed us |
Left the fuckin' deal, now I’m gettin' all my cake up |
'Cause see the first minute that you doubt me? |
That’s your biggest mistake |
When I’m in a hearse don’t think about me, play that shit in my wake |
I always knew that music was some shit that no one could take |
That’s why I’m writing all these songs, 'cause no matter how long |
That I live or I die, Imma be here forever |
And all these verses that I wrote are all some personal letters |
I’m moving in and out of consciousness on seventy edibles |
So I might be rapping good, I might be incredible, I don’t know |
But I’m sticking to the script like it’s tape |
And if it looks good, I don’t give a fuck if it’s fake |
I want the crib in Calabasas, fuck a crib out LA |
And they should call me young Elon, I’m goin' outta' space |
Everyday, every minute, if I’m rappin then it’s written |
Only do a freestyle if I’m drunk or I’m kiddin' |
Workin' out like Jason Witten, rollin' tight ends |
The best times is when you don’t know how the night ends |
No matter what, I’m gonna surround myself with good friends |
And keep a hundred joints rolled, we ain’t never gettin' old |
Yeah, haha |
Lamp City |
The Life, yeah |