Album Name

Lamp City

Artist

Cam Meekins

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.05.21

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Fresh - Cam Meekins
Fresh out of school I made
these bitches believe
Nineteen motherfucker wear
my heart up my sleeve
In seventh grade I almost cut
from the team
But now I'm six feet three the
young 'un living so clean
Ain't go no marketing money
dummy just me and my team
Fuck the game and
the politics
this is me as I seem
Think this is sweet must
be livin' the dream
I like sugar in coffee
I'm cuttin' back on the cream
This real life you ain't
never gon' be safe like latex
Got more flows than
A's babies got safe sex
Wait does that make sense
Can't be serious
Hold my mic and my balls
'till I'm gettin' delirious
Smokin' half grams in cans
bitches spread like pan
Cam killin these verses like
sanitizin' my hands
Signin shit for my fans
I try not to give a fuck more
You tryin' to find me go find
a city with doctors
Told me I'm trippin'
Said that I wouldn't listen
Now I'm young and got deals
And they like
damn Cam did it
Sayin' bitches that was like
Nah Cam I'm busy
Is in my business in life
Damn Cam you so distant
And the dissin' in this is
simple no mix in my verses
I'm hard on these verses
like its written in cursive
Now anybody tryin talkin'
shit look worthless
I carry the game
while ya'll carry ya purses
Fresh out of school I made
these bitches believe
Nineteen motherfucker wear
my heart up my sleeve
In seventh grade I almost cut
from the team
But now I'm six feet three the
young 'un living so clean
Fresh out of school I made
these bitches believe
Nineteen motherfucker wear
my heart up my sleeve
In seventh grade I almost cut
from the team
But now I'm six feet three the
young 'un living so clean
Fresh out school I told these
bitches to leave
You ain't gon' believe in me
I'ma do it just me
Got no other people's money
this is me and my team
If you ain't reppin my city
then you ain't gettin' no tees
I got the game on lockbox
the key in my socks
I'm smokin' and rollin'
we sittin up on some rocks
You want the green like ceilo
you look corrupt like fox
Throw me and Matty a twenty
we make 'em beat that knocks
Like Kevin cost me you actin'
Put your raps in the basket
I can buy it stores you
generically rappin
Spit it smooth like satin
Hit the J like a captain
And throw the allieoop on 'em
and clean it up like napkins
Fresh out of school I made
these bitches believe
Nineteen motherfucker wear
my heart up my sleeve
In seventh grade I almost cut
from the team
But now I'm six feet three the
young 'un living so clean
Fresh out of school I made
these bitches believe
Nineteen motherfucker wear
my heart up my sleeve
In seventh grade I almost cut
from the team
But now I'm six feet three the
young 'un living so clean