Grinnin

Dawg, this a hard ass beat, Cam, hard ass beat I been really chilling, you tryna get me feeling A certain type of way, but I ain't tripping I don't talk much, I sit back and listen I see through the fake, authentication lenses Then another poser is finished I prefer to blend in, don't ask me what I'm sipping Just know it's hitting Your body language shifting with the words, it isn't fitting My perception doesn't miss it, it doesn't miss it Watch me swerve another hoe You ain't dragging down a king You ain't touching my paper You ain't wearing that ring You ain't smoking my dope You ain't fucking on my G's Tell 'em how it go Let us show you how it be F*ck on these bitches, then I turn 'em out I ain't changing routes, I'd rather switch you out You let her bitch you out, that, I could live without I ain't chasing clout, f*ck all that that's about Listen to my sentence, prevent it's mis-intentions Wake up the next day, get straight to the mission My destination's vivid, I see it like an image I look into the future, and all my homie's winning And all my people's grinning, and all my people's sinning Back to back bombarding, cause all of my people slinging Strap the trap and car and got all of my people with me In fact, he likes the hard, he got caught up, we Reece's pieced him Watch me swerve another hoe You ain't dragging down a king You ain't touching my paper You ain't wearing that ring You ain't smoking my dope You ain't fucking on my G's Tell 'em how it go Let us show you how it be Yo, Cameron, this shit fire man You got something here We lit, we gon' get this shit running, man I feel the same way I didn't even think this shit was gonna pop off like it did, but it did F*ck yeah, bro, turn up Slayden Cameron He don't got a rapper name yet, but we gon' figure that out, pipe up Camquan Camquan F*ck with us