Get It - Cam Meekins

They always said that, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

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 bitches

I broke a hundred Iphones, I’m saying fuck these ho’s

I walked into the label, tell them all to suck a d-dick

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

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 fucking with my head, the world’s going insane

We votin' for a crazy motherfucker, 'cause of fame

My teacher said, «you lazy motherfucker, get some grades»

GPA was 1.1

Why they legalizing guns, what the fuck

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, fuck 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, fuck the beat up when I talk to it

Your rap’s shit, I pick my feet up when I walk through it

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 feelings

I broke a hundred Iphones, depression ain’t a joke

I walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-dick

Just give me all my royalty, so I can get some gold

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 cock-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 shit, real shit

No strip search, but they feel this

Her lips hurt from this real dick

My O. G fans can tweet about this

But on a real fam, we’re still growing up

Learning new shit 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

Shit, just tryna turn dreams into realities

And keep my friends over formalities

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 feelings

I broke a hundred Iphones, depression ain’t a joke

I walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-dick

Just give me all my royalty, so I can get some gold

So I can get some gold

Yeah, you already know what it is, man

Tryna get some, eh

Tryna get some, yeah

Lamp city for life