This is not to talk shit this is just to spit facts I ain't really with your raps I ain't really with the cats Who on twitter talking wack you can put that all caps Come and see my ass in person I'ma knock your fitted cap Man I'm sick of playing games I had to make a change Told myself that I'ma be a millionaire I'm halfway I just do it for the art I did it from the start By myself made the beats and the art check the heart Lost my spleen when I was younger that really make me wonder Thought my ass was gonna die guess I'm here a little longer Got the mind of a maniac thoughts like a braniac Told these twitter rappers you can go and have your xannies back The game's full of snakes I know cause I'm a part of it I know all of these label head dudes they retarded And it's like I'm the prophet I'm tryna spread the wisdom Now people asking bout Cam Meekins like who is him I'ma tell you right now I'ma real ass dude And I'ma tell it like it is til that shit get me sued You probably see me going hard I got something to prove Motherfuckers couldn't even walk a block in my shoes Man my mind's full of visions I made some bad decisions Every step you take back helps you see the bigger picture I just spit that raw shit like what comes to my head I might spit that God shit to help me out when I'm dead Everything I do's for you... everything I do's for you Been smoking more weeeeeeeed than I need to do [*gibberish*] Fuck a label cause that bitch can not erase me [?] had me running round the city she can taste me Atlantic records told me they gon' shelf me like a pastry Left the fucking deal now I'm making all this cake g it's real Do it for your motherfucking self I got dreams of a million cause money fucking helps Ain't talking buying clothes man I'm talking buying votes Making change with your change man that's how this shit goes I decided last year I was done taking shit Had to cut some people off lost some friends to this biz You can wish some people well without letting them bring your ass down So these toxic people don't keep them around I been traveling and smoking and babbling and coping But these punk motherfuckers never make me lose focus How the hell you put that ass in them super tight clothes Why the hell they put the glass on the back of the phone I remember when my mom had to bail me out And I remember high school they can't fail me now I had this chip on my shoulder for my whole entire life Every single person ever told me that I couldn't write but Everything I do's for you all the people I was smarter than be going to school But I just found my craft mastered it and made the shit happen Bout to make it to the top I won't ever stop rapping