Oh Word?!

[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 fuck 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 shit To the spot now (Oh Word?!) Smoking with the top down (Oh Word?!) Tryna talk shit I ain't really concerned Imma do me say you mad (Oh Word?!) [Verse 2: Cam Meekins] How many mother fuckers got a dream since 15 Then they turn their dream to reality How many people don't quit when they don't Ain't shit 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 motherfucking 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 shit 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 fuck that I'm gonna blow up the building fuck 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 shit 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Jitta on the Track] Started with a half an ounce and Ended with a swisher sweet and I been, knocking on your fucking door Just like its trick or treating And I just really just fucking 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 fucking 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 pussy down to four lives That does not mean that's four life You should just evaluate all my bitches got celery So if I ever go broke I'll just hit up Amber and Melanie And all my bitches bad I swear they need some felonies Got an appetizer bitch 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 [Hook]