I Dont by Maestro Cam Lyrics
[Verse 1: Maestro Cam]
I don't know what you want from me
I'm goin' harder on this beat than a California red wood tree
Rappin' like I'm Tracy T
Maybe soon I'll be in MMG
I'm bustin' down all these walls
I don't care if it's one in China
Or if it's a fuckin' hymen
Swear to God, it's my time
Swear to God I think Montana has a hearing problem (Haaaaan)
Let's go up an octave, I'm all in
I'm ballin' like Spalding
90 percent of rappers fuckin' fakers
I'm from Baldwin County, Alabama
Bruce Banner like I'm Hulkin'
She say if my song is good enough
Then she might let me hold hands, AH!
Fuck her, and everything she stand for
I don't want to know your feelings
You know what I what I want, girl!
[Verse 2: Maestro Cam]
I don't need a hook cause my rhymes are fuckin' excellent
Just like how I am in bed, look how wet these covers get
Thought about takin' out that line for the fam'
But they gon' learn today like I'm teaching them a lesson, trick!
Used to think I'm Heaven-sent
The way my bars go over heads, I was on some halo shit
I ain't who you fuckin' with
Rhymes are on another level, yeah, I got experience
If I had one word to call you, son, I guess it'd be inferior
Interior of my car, you know I like it leather
So I get them seat heaters, make me that much hotter
Speaking of cars, want to know why I picked this beat?
So my Unc' could play it loud through the subs behind his seat
That's the truth, swear to God
The only reason that I rhyme is so maybe one day I'll hear him
Pull up in the yard bumpin' Cam and not these other retards
A.K.A Chief Keef, GBE, BrickSquad, Gucci Mane
Fuck y'all - y'all destroyin' Hip-Hop
At the top it's just us? Shut the fuck up
Been a year in the game and I still ain't got no fame
So if I don't make it off this, y'all can go and suck my dick
But if I do make it off this, you can still suck my dick, AH!
I don't know what you want from me
I'm goin' harder on this beat than a California red wood tree
Rappin' like I'm Tracy T
Maybe soon I'll be in MMG
I'm bustin' down all these walls
I don't care if it's one in China
Or if it's a fuckin' hymen
Swear to God, it's my time
Swear to God I think Montana has a hearing problem (Haaaaan)
Let's go up an octave, I'm all in
I'm ballin' like Spalding
90 percent of rappers fuckin' fakers
I'm from Baldwin County, Alabama
Bruce Banner like I'm Hulkin'
She say if my song is good enough
Then she might let me hold hands, AH!
Fuck her, and everything she stand for
I don't want to know your feelings
You know what I what I want, girl!
[Verse 2: Maestro Cam]
I don't need a hook cause my rhymes are fuckin' excellent
Just like how I am in bed, look how wet these covers get
Thought about takin' out that line for the fam'
But they gon' learn today like I'm teaching them a lesson, trick!
Used to think I'm Heaven-sent
The way my bars go over heads, I was on some halo shit
I ain't who you fuckin' with
Rhymes are on another level, yeah, I got experience
If I had one word to call you, son, I guess it'd be inferior
Interior of my car, you know I like it leather
So I get them seat heaters, make me that much hotter
Speaking of cars, want to know why I picked this beat?
So my Unc' could play it loud through the subs behind his seat
That's the truth, swear to God
The only reason that I rhyme is so maybe one day I'll hear him
Pull up in the yard bumpin' Cam and not these other retards
A.K.A Chief Keef, GBE, BrickSquad, Gucci Mane
Fuck y'all - y'all destroyin' Hip-Hop
At the top it's just us? Shut the fuck up
Been a year in the game and I still ain't got no fame
So if I don't make it off this, y'all can go and suck my dick
But if I do make it off this, you can still suck my dick, AH!