cam meekins - fresh lyrics
[hook:]
fresh out of school, i made these b-tches believe
nineteen motherf-cker, 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
[verse 1:]
ain’t go no marketing money dummy just me and my team
f-ck 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 s-x
wait, does that make sense
can’t be serious
hold my mic and my b-lls ’till i’m gettin’ delirious
smokin’ half grams in cans b-tches spread like pan
cam killin these verses like sanitizin’ my hands
signin sh-t for my fans i try not to give a f-ck 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 “d-mn cam did it”
sayin’ b-tches that was like “nah, cam i’m busy”
is in my business in life
“d-mn 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’ sh-t look worthless
i carry the game while ya’ll carry ya purses
[hook (x2):]
fresh out of school, i made these b-tches believe
nineteen motherf-cker, wear my heart up my sleeve
in seventh grade i almost cut from the team
but now i’m six feet three young ‘un living so clean
[verse 2:]
fresh out school, i told these b-tches 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
[hook (x2):]
fresh out of school, i made these b-tches believe
nineteen motherf-cker, wear my heart up my sleeve
in seventh grade i almost cut from the team
but now i’m six foot three young ‘un living so clean
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