Oh Word?! lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam Meekins]
Started off with nothing there ain't
Nobody who wanna touch him
I ain't about the class discussion
Tenth grade I said f*ck it
Started making all these beats and raps
But, it wasn't bout' nothing
Smoking papers to the face a lot and drive around in public
What all these haters talk about
And then they want to party now
And I gave your girl mouth to mouth and
You want me to check your sound, cloud
I think its funny we ain't got nothing in common bro
I don't go to college
But, I party like I did

[Hook]
Oh Word?!
You got all your life planned out?
Oh Word?!
You just smoked all of that ounce
Oh Word?!
Say I love the life that I live
Oh Word?!
Cause I ain't worried about sh*t
To the spot now (Oh Word?!)
Smoking with the top down (Oh Word?!)
Tryna talk sh*t I ain't really concerned
Imma do me say you mad (Oh Word?!)

[Verse 2: Cam Meekins]
How many mother f*ckers got a dream since 15
Then they turn their dream to reality
How many people don't quit when they don't
Ain't sh*t come free and they gotta work for a salary
See I knew I was born just to brew up a storm
But still I gotta work so casually
Just plot my attack got hot with some raps
Step back cause you motherf*cking casualties
Killing the game but, flow in my vein
Might go insane and blow out my brain
I am the next Cobain you are lame
I keep it real and stay in my lane
I'm on the train with the rest of society
I hear your raps and I know that you lie to me
I know you are not sh*t cause I met you
Just keep it real and then I'll respect you
Every penny I made from this thing
Goes right back into it that's the way of the game
Gotta stay sane ain't came with the fame
Gotta sell weed is a god damn shame
Record labels gonna make millions f*ck that
I'm gonna blow up the building f*ck rap
I'm not gonna follow the cosign route
Get a Two Chainz feature and go pass south
This life is art death is hard
Good times bad times where do I start?
Knowing damn well you won't sh*t on me and
Your girl her and she sit on me
I've gone through leaps and bounds just speak to crowds
And I'm still gon hold it down for the 617
I drove around thinking damn imma make em' proud

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[Verse 3: Jitta on the Track]
Started with a half an ounce and
Ended with a swisher sweet and
I been, knocking on your f*cking door
Just like its trick or treating
And I just really just f*cking need a party in my neighborhood
I don't even care If it ain't popping bet I make it good
She said my name was Jeter I swore I told her Jitta
She yanking on my ten I swear that we some heavy hitters
And I'm knocking out the poppy cause I f*cking hate the picture
That you rappers claim you paint I'm pouring jin up on my liquor
Oh word no verse no word
Man I'm so high but, I know why that pus*y down to four lives
That does not mean that's four life
You should just evaluate all my b*tches got celery
So if I ever go broke I'll just hit up Amber and Melanie
And all my b*tches bad I swear they need some felonies
Got an appetizer b*tch on the side I call her celery
I'm just trying to make my city proud so they remember me
And that don't make no sense
Like a white girl drinking Hennessy

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