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role model - cam meekins lyrics

[intro]
*clears throat*
yeah (yeah, yeah)
(new cam meekins)
voice is gone but imma have to sound crazier
(world premiere)
uh (ayo, ayo, ayo)

[verse 1]

they wouldn’t wanna push me to the side likе the [?] (sh*t)
ignoring sh*t, boring sh*t, i leave thе mic torn to bits
roll a spliff, take a hit (roll that spliff up) and then it’s back to biz
every single day is a grind, we don’t play
when my time comes i’m blowing up the game
’cause it’s full of snakes

[verse 2]
it’s 2017, george bush the man now (yeah)
while our president’s in mar*a*lago with his pants down (f*cking god)
what up melania, he tryna get inside*a ya?
thinks his d*ck’s too small, that’s why he’s on napale*on (ahahaha)
i mean napoleon, cam is on a roll again (ya)
i bring the whole fam to the show so they can flow with him (lamp city fam)
this whole world’s gross, where is the custodian?
just grab ’em by the p*ssy, and you end up at the podium (f*ck, man)
too much sodium, my blood pressure od’ing (od’in)

and if you f*ck around with me then that’s a bad weekend (bad weekend)
they say they love it, who is that? that be that cam meekins
[hook]
everybody wanna love you ’till they lose control
then they look at me and say i’m on a roll
cause i don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop (yeah)
why i come out on top, (ay) on top (lamp city fam in this b*tch)
on top, on top, on top, homie, ay
we ‘gon make it to the (boston) top, homie (new york city)
all day ’till i motherf*cking drop, homie, ay (la)
imma make it to the (yeah, yeah) top, homie, uh

[verse 3]
we live in a world where that fake sh*t gets circulated (f*ck that fake sh*t)
take sh*t, get percolated, do whatever to be famous (uh)

all from the same block, same spot (yeah)
getting kids to sign on the dot, then f*ck ’em like they had v*g*n*s (ooh)
now i don’t see these dudes (ya) and i don’t need to use (ya)
drug references to sign a million deal or make the news (couple million)
i spill the secrets to the game, all the marketing schemes the same
i just hit ’em with the flame like it’s benihanas (cha*ching)
and i don’t get the recognition i deserve, (no.)
’cause i don’t hire a publicist to spread the word? (f*ck all that sh*t)
sh*t i just threw the whole industry to burn, (yeah)
and i’m still ‘gon get a deal cause they don’t listen to the words? (they never listen)
they lookin’ at the data, i don’t see you f*cking haters
y’all the type to call the waiter and not leave him any paper (f*cking [?])
but f*ck i’m just a skater, with the mind of a debater
spitting facts on the record, it might take you fools a second but
you think a f*cking death threat is gonna scare me? (tryna scare me?)
b*tch i’m pretty sure i died when i was fifteen (facts)
i’m pure facts, all your raps got the mixed breed (facts)

[hook]
everybody wanna love you ’till they lose control
then they look at me and say i’m on a roll (lamp city fam)
cause i don’t stop, don’t stop, (lamp city fam) don’t stop
why i come out on top, on top
on top, on top, on top, (on top) homie, ay (ooh)
we ‘gon make it to the top, homie, ay
all day ’till i motherf*cking drop (’till i motherf*cking drop), homie, ay (uh)
i’m gon’ make it to the top (we gon’ make it to the top), homie, uh

[outro — voice message]
what good man? it’s your boy blane
shout out to all my folks, with the lamp city fam
we’re out here mobbin’, you know what i’m sayin’?
i’m out here on the road, taking sh*t to the next level, my boy cam
in the gym, getting the body right, get the mind right
rolling big packs
sh*t’s never been the same since we put our feet on the ground man
let’s get it
big mob, lamp city fam, we up in this b*tch
yeet

- cam meekins lyrics

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