Voice is gone but it makes it sound crazier 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 [?]