"Role Model" lyrics
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(New Cam Meekins)
Voice is gone but Imma have to sound crazier
(World premiere)
Uh (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
I don't give a fuck about what's right or wrong (Wrong)
I'm tryna write a song
I am not a role model, homie, nah that's where you're wrong (Where you're wrong)
Anybody with a power and a following (Yuh)
Misleading kids down a bad path get to hollowing (Get you)
I try to bring the soul back to music, they ain't hearin' it (They don't)
Maybe if I sold drugs and died my fucking hair again (Ha ha)
Maybe if these cold cut turkeys wasn't scared of him
They wouldn't wanna push me to the side like the [?] (Shit)
Ignoring shit, boring shit, I leave the mic torn to bits
Roll a spliff, take a hit (roll that spliff up) and then it's back to biz
Every single day is a grind, we don't play
When my time comes I'm blowing up the game
'Cause it's full of snakes
It's 2017, George Bush the man now (Yeah)
While our president's in Mar-a-lago with his pants down (Fucking God)
What up Melania, he tryna get inside-a ya?
Thinks his dick's too small, that's why he's on napale-on (Ahahaha)
I mean Napoleon, Cam is on a roll again (Ya)
I bring the whole fam to the show so they can flow with him (Lamp City fam)
This whole world's gross, where is the custodian?
Just grab 'em by the pussy, and you end up at the podium (fuck, man)
Too much sodium, my blood pressure OD'ing (OD'in)
I need like 25k for the per diem (Per diem)
And if you fuck around with me then that's a bad weekend (Bad weekend)
They say they love it, who is that? that be that Cam Meekins
Everybody wanna love you 'till they lose control
Then they look at me and say I'm on a roll
Cause I don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (Yeah)
Why I come out on top, (Ay) on top (Lamp City fam in this bitch)
On top, on top, on top, homie, ay
We 'gon make it to the (Boston) top, homie (New York city)
All day 'till I motherfucking drop, homie, ay (LA)
Imma make it to the (Yeah, yeah) top, homie, uh
We live in a world where that fake shit gets circulated (Fuck that fake shit)
Take shit, get percolated, do whatever to be famous (Uh)
Why every album that come out now got mad writers (Yuh)
And Instagram kids becoming autograph signers (Shit)
I see you chillin' on the charts when I pass by ya (I see ya chillin')
The industry is full of UFC mat liners (Touch down)
All from the same block, same spot (Yeah)
Getting kids to sign on the dot, then fuck 'em like they had vaginas (Ooh)
Now I don't see these dudes (Ya) and I don't need to use (Ya)
Drug references to sign a million deal or make the news (Couple million)
I spill the secrets to the game, all the marketing schemes the same
I just hit 'em with the flame like it's Benihanas (Cha-ching)
And I don't get the recognition I deserve, (No.)
'Cause I don't hire a publicist to spread the word? (Fuck all that shit)
Shit I just threw the whole industry to burn, (Yeah)
And I'm still 'gon get a deal cause they don't listen to the words? (They never listen)
They lookin' at the data, I don't see you fucking haters
Y'all the type to call the waiter and not leave him any paper (Fucking [?])
But fuck I'm just a skater, with the mind of a debater
Spitting facts on the record, it might take you fools a second but
You think a fucking death threat is gonna scare me? (Tryna scare me?)
Bitch I'm pretty sure I died when I was fifteen (Facts)
I'm pure facts, all your raps got the mixed breed (Facts)
Hit up Cam Meekins if you need a hot 16 (Shit)
Everybody wanna love you 'till they lose control
Then they look at me and say I'm on a roll (Lamp City fam)
Cause I don't stop, don't stop, (Lamp City fam) don't stop
Why I come out on top, on top
On top, on top, on top, (On top) homie, ay (Ooh)
We 'gon make it to the top, homie, ay
All day 'till I motherfucking drop ('till I motherfucking drop), homie, ay (uh)
I'm gon' make it to the top (We gon' make it to the top), homie, uh
What good man? It's your boy Blane
Shout out to all my folks, with the Lamp City fam
We're out here mobbin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm out here on the road, taking shit to the next level, my boy Cam
In the gym, getting the body right, get the mind right
Rolling big packs
Shit's never been the same since we put our feet on the ground man
Let's get it
Big mob, Lamp City fam, we up in this bitch
Yeet
(New Cam Meekins)
Voice is gone but Imma have to sound crazier
(World premiere)
Uh (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
I don't give a fuck about what's right or wrong (Wrong)
I'm tryna write a song
I am not a role model, homie, nah that's where you're wrong (Where you're wrong)
Anybody with a power and a following (Yuh)
Misleading kids down a bad path get to hollowing (Get you)
I try to bring the soul back to music, they ain't hearin' it (They don't)
Maybe if I sold drugs and died my fucking hair again (Ha ha)
Maybe if these cold cut turkeys wasn't scared of him
They wouldn't wanna push me to the side like the [?] (Shit)
Ignoring shit, boring shit, I leave the mic torn to bits
Roll a spliff, take a hit (roll that spliff up) and then it's back to biz
Every single day is a grind, we don't play
When my time comes I'm blowing up the game
'Cause it's full of snakes
It's 2017, George Bush the man now (Yeah)
While our president's in Mar-a-lago with his pants down (Fucking God)
What up Melania, he tryna get inside-a ya?
Thinks his dick's too small, that's why he's on napale-on (Ahahaha)
I mean Napoleon, Cam is on a roll again (Ya)
I bring the whole fam to the show so they can flow with him (Lamp City fam)
This whole world's gross, where is the custodian?
Just grab 'em by the pussy, and you end up at the podium (fuck, man)
Too much sodium, my blood pressure OD'ing (OD'in)
I need like 25k for the per diem (Per diem)
And if you fuck around with me then that's a bad weekend (Bad weekend)
They say they love it, who is that? that be that Cam Meekins
Everybody wanna love you 'till they lose control
Then they look at me and say I'm on a roll
Cause I don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (Yeah)
Why I come out on top, (Ay) on top (Lamp City fam in this bitch)
On top, on top, on top, homie, ay
We 'gon make it to the (Boston) top, homie (New York city)
All day 'till I motherfucking drop, homie, ay (LA)
Imma make it to the (Yeah, yeah) top, homie, uh
We live in a world where that fake shit gets circulated (Fuck that fake shit)
Take shit, get percolated, do whatever to be famous (Uh)
Why every album that come out now got mad writers (Yuh)
And Instagram kids becoming autograph signers (Shit)
I see you chillin' on the charts when I pass by ya (I see ya chillin')
The industry is full of UFC mat liners (Touch down)
All from the same block, same spot (Yeah)
Getting kids to sign on the dot, then fuck 'em like they had vaginas (Ooh)
Now I don't see these dudes (Ya) and I don't need to use (Ya)
Drug references to sign a million deal or make the news (Couple million)
I spill the secrets to the game, all the marketing schemes the same
I just hit 'em with the flame like it's Benihanas (Cha-ching)
And I don't get the recognition I deserve, (No.)
'Cause I don't hire a publicist to spread the word? (Fuck all that shit)
Shit I just threw the whole industry to burn, (Yeah)
And I'm still 'gon get a deal cause they don't listen to the words? (They never listen)
They lookin' at the data, I don't see you fucking haters
Y'all the type to call the waiter and not leave him any paper (Fucking [?])
But fuck I'm just a skater, with the mind of a debater
Spitting facts on the record, it might take you fools a second but
You think a fucking death threat is gonna scare me? (Tryna scare me?)
Bitch I'm pretty sure I died when I was fifteen (Facts)
I'm pure facts, all your raps got the mixed breed (Facts)
Hit up Cam Meekins if you need a hot 16 (Shit)
Everybody wanna love you 'till they lose control
Then they look at me and say I'm on a roll (Lamp City fam)
Cause I don't stop, don't stop, (Lamp City fam) don't stop
Why I come out on top, on top
On top, on top, on top, (On top) homie, ay (Ooh)
We 'gon make it to the top, homie, ay
All day 'till I motherfucking drop ('till I motherfucking drop), homie, ay (uh)
I'm gon' make it to the top (We gon' make it to the top), homie, uh
What good man? It's your boy Blane
Shout out to all my folks, with the Lamp City fam
We're out here mobbin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm out here on the road, taking shit to the next level, my boy Cam
In the gym, getting the body right, get the mind right
Rolling big packs
Shit's never been the same since we put our feet on the ground man
Let's get it
Big mob, Lamp City fam, we up in this bitch
Yeet
