Letras
Yeah, Camoy
Reform school
No matter how much you change
Some things just never leave you, right?
And rappin' my ass off just seems to be a habit I can't kick
Let me resort back to my old ways for a minute
Marco, let's rock, man
It's the street champion, I sleep shit and breathe anthems
Share the same home state as Anthony Hamilton
I take southern rap and revamp it, dog
Rappin' been this slow since law suit-free samplin'
Naysayers, they ain't proud of me, so what?
My buzz grows louder, why doubt it? It's no luck
But if you're feelin' that strong about it, put dough up
I'm what happens when a child prodigy grows up
Revolutionary renegade, never been afraid
Grind 'til I see the minimum wage of Dennis Quaid
Or checks multiply or debts disintegrate
On any date, I'm murderin' wrecks in a state
I keep the crowd in unison when they swing hands
The new royalty, your boy should be King Cam
Get pounds from rap scene fans in England
Been fly but I'm now increasin' my wingspan
And rap, you lose when you try to revolve in it
You drop jewels, fools tryna find flaws in it
I write a hard sentence and master lines
They said I'm past my prime like Marbury's offenses
Ha, that's nothin' more than potheads talkin'
My arms too strong to box with mere mortals
So stop it, your logic is not that important
You measure your success by rocks and Air Jordans
The rep stays the same so why would you second guess?
A new name but I remain forever fresh
Since some of y'all stuck in my old days
I revert back to my old ways, I'm forever fresh
I still rock crowds on a regular (Forever fresh)
That ain't changed, it's the same as it ever was (Forever fresh)
I still put it down on a regular (Forever fresh)
Ain't nothin' changed, it's the same as it ever was
I'm 'bout to climb up from minor paper, my mind is made up
Why sign to majors? They been as dirty as Ronald Reagan's