Role Model lyrics - Cam Meekins

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