Oh Word?! lyrics - Cam Meekins (feat. Jitta On The Track)

Started off with nothing there ain't

Nobody who wanna touch him

I ain't about the class discussion

Tenth grade I said fuck it

Started making all these beats and raps

But, it wasn't bout' nothing

Smoking papers to the face a lot and drive around in public

What all these haters talk about

And then they want to party now

And I gave your girl mouth to mouth and

You want me to check your sound, cloud

I think its funny we ain't got nothing in common bro

I don't go to college

But, I party like I did

[Hook:]

Oh Word?!

You got all your life planned out?

Oh Word?!

You just smoked all of that ounce

Oh Word?!

Say I love the life that I live

Oh Word?!

Cause I ain't worried about shit

To the spot now (Oh Word?!)

Smoking with the top down (Oh Word?!)

Tryna talk shit I ain't really concerned

Imma do me say you mad (Oh Word?!)

How many mother fuckers got a dream since 15

Then they turn their dream to reality

How many people don't quit when they don't

Ain't shit come free and they gotta work for a salary

See I knew I was born just to brew up a storm

But still I gotta work so casually

Just plot my attack got hot with some raps

Step back cause you motherfucking casualties

Killing the game but, flow in my vein

Might go insane and blow out my brain

I am the next Cobain you are lame

I keep it real and stay in my lane

I'm on the train with the rest of society

I hear your raps and I know that you lie to me

I know you are not shit cause I met you

Just keep it real and then I'll respect you

Every penny I made from this thing

Goes right back into it that's the way of the game

Gotta stay sane ain't came with the fame

Gotta sell weed is a god damn shame

Record labels gonna make millions fuck that

I'm gonna blow up the building fuck rap

I'm not gonna follow the cosign route

Get a Two Chainz feature and go pass south

This life is art death is hard

Good times bad times where do I start?

Knowing damn well you won't shit on me and

Your girl her and she sit on me

I've gone through leaps and bounds just speak to crowds

And I'm still gon hold it down for the 617

I drove around thinking damn imma make em' proud

[Hook]

[Jitta on the Track:]

Started with a half an ounce and

Ended with a swisher sweet and

I been, knocking on your fucking door

Just like its trick or treating

And I just really just fucking need a party in my neighborhood

I don't even care If it ain't popping bet I make it good

She said my name was Jeter I swore I told her Jitta

She yanking on my ten I swear that we some heavy hitters

And I'm knocking out the poppy cause I fucking hate the picture

That you rappers claim you paint I'm pouring jin up on my liquor

Oh word no verse no word

Man I'm so high but, I know why that pussy down to four lives

That does not mean that's four life

You should just evaluate all my bitches got celery

So if I ever go broke I'll just hit up Amber and Melanie

And all my bitches bad I swear they need some felonies

Got an appetizer bitch on the side I call her celery

I'm just trying to make my city proud so they remember me

And that don't make no sense

Like a white girl drinking Hennessy

[Hook]