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cam meekins – get it lyrics

[intro]
they always said that, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
they always said that i was never ever meant to get it
they always thought that i would never do it on my own
but now i’m in demand, know exactly where i’m headed
they still don’t understand, so i just leave ’em alone

i smoke a hundred grams, ’cause i’m sick of all these b-tches
i broke a hundred iphones, i’m saying f-ck these ho’s
i walked into the label, tell them all to suck a d-d-ck
i walked into the rolex store, bought myself some gold

they always said that i was never ever meant to get it
they always thought that i would never do it on my own
but now i’m in demand, know exactly where i’m headed
they still don’t understand, so i just leave ’em alone

[verse 1]
trust me i’m insane, in my head i’m always switching
at first, it’s where i came from, and then it’s where i’m going
i’m looking to alleviate my stress, she told me, “get in”
we drove a hundred miles just to smoke and write some poems
you f-cking with my head, the world’s going insane
we votin’ for a crazy motherf-cker, ’cause of fame
my teacher said, “you lazy motherf-cker, get some grades”
gpa was 1.1
why they legalizing guns, what the f-ck
smoke some weed
why these people never tell me what they need
why do we rap about doing [?]
got no swing, cut it out
i had surgery, now i’m out
smoking cali, f-ck a drought
fight at my shows, i’ll kick you out
i’m just like a tarantino, painting visions like a free throw
i’ll be ballin’ when i see ho’s, stuck in the middle like a ‘sino
yeah, f-ck the beat up when i talk to it
your rap’s sh-t, i pick my feet up when i walk through it

i smoke a hundred grams, ’cause i’m sick of all these feelings
i broke a hundred iphones, depression ain’t a joke
i walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-d-ck
just give me all my royalty, so i can get some gold

[verse 2]
i’m living with my ups and downs, tryna keep it moving
oh, i’m tryna make a beat but i get trapped up in my studio
on a hot pursuit to happiness, and i ain’t payin’ my taxes yet
if i pay cash, can they see the money i spend up at the jewelry store
a hundred dollars more to pay the rent
but all is [?], and in the tent
when you was c-ck-blocking at the dance
[?] my events
don’t get it twisted, i’m twistin’ words
poppin’ pills, i’m poppin’ verbs
might smoke something to keep me sane
she in the friend zone, [?] in the lane
this is real sh-t, real sh-t
no strip search, but they feel this
her lips hurt from this real d-ck
my o.g fans can tweet about this
but on a real fam, we’re still growing up
learning new sh-t every day
a lot of ya’ll blame someone else
but i ain’t been one to complain
and i was out last night, with the crew i have
[?] the bad things, saying “you my dad”
i didn’t have the cash to pay the tab
so i guess that make me a deadbeat dad
sh-t, just tryna turn dreams into realities
and keep my friends over formalities

[outro]
yeah, you already know what it is, man
tryna get some, eh
tryna get some, yeah
lamp city for life

- cam meekins lyrics

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