Strains

(альбом: The Life Of Cam Meekins, Pt. 8 - 2019)

Yeah

Smoking strains that they don't ever get to try
I'm at the fish fry, and I'm just getting high
No lay-up lines, it's only dunks like my SBs
This rapping shits a sport to me so I should host the SBs
Most potent smoke, I'm on a boat with hoes
This ain't the poking nose, but if you know you know
Man, I'm 'bout to blow, I'm so optimal
They know I'm 'bout my dough
Baby girl, she got my vote
You tryna' build a house, start with the foundation
You tryna' make it bounce, start with the damn basement
I hear some people talking 'bout they 'gon come replace Cam
But ain't a person on this Earth got what it fucking takes, man
I'm so diligent, raps ill and I'm killing shit
Ever since the children been feeling that supervillian shit
Keep it low-key, there's no need to just be revealing shit
Just trying to count these million while baby girl be feeling him

Ay, spitting these lyrics that influence the next generation
Steady at work, man I been putting preparation
I need some separation
Girls look for reparations
I only smoke weed for the meditation
I do yoga, she doggy down, word now
When I finish there's an ovation, I need to bow
If you looking for that good shit, I sell by the pound
On a journey boy, a multi-million dollar bound
Actually a billion dollar bound, a milli' is my ocean
Just like my O bitch, her time was short just like a spliff
Go into Givenchy and grab a zip
Peace sign from the lips, now I'm on this trip
To Costa Rica, looking for a bad boniqua to give me some pizza
I need head while eating wings, seasoned with paprika
An ass so good, I gotta go get a Visa
And have an aura that I love, I go and call her Rita