[Intro]:
Shout out to all the muthafuckas in the struggle
I'm with you fam
Check me out now
Run these streets before you die
I said run these streets
[Verse 1]:
Yuh, shout out to a real muthafucka in the struggle
These pussy boys never been far from a snuggle
Up here in a town where the children feel entitled
To a lifestyle, with a short life cycle
'cause in this rap game you claim to be what you isn't
Kammeyer might swing through and give you visit
Don't get it twisted from the numbers that they've listed
John Dallagher the real reason them plays get lifted
Hit they email up like I'm finna make some money
And its funny how I know, 'cause I was spendin' numbly
It was summertime and I was workin' like a dummy
Cashin' in a hunnid plus hour checks
Make my pockets wet
So when I bought some plays it was like no sweat
But I learned from my mistakes from bein' rookie, now I'm vet
And I've heard them say the day we work with him it wack
So now I'm forced to be in a position to attack
I'm an ace, and you crackas is jack
Because I look low don't mean that it fact
And if you bold you surely will react
I sit back and relax, I already know your comebacks
Like Kammeyer you rappin' but where the money at
You see my mother make less than what I do
And my father works bus garage for the school
They split on '06 since then the money been few
But that's baby shit compared the rest I been through
I fell asleep to the screaming and the yelling
Of a broken family, in a broken dwelling
There's no telling how it feel to live in a rich white town
Where all around you look and don't see the same frown
And the poverty makes you stick out like a clown
So MSP can track me down like a fuckin' hound
'cause rich white folks down like my kind of sound
And its funny, I'm dissin' a bunch of Clarence's
Poor versus elite, history repeats where the fairness is
[Hook]:
And its hilarious, them same rich white folks
Be they parents tellin' them to stick readin' books
Now they shook, 'cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks now they shook, 'cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
Now they shook, 'cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
[Verse 2]:
Damn!
Kammeyer plottin' on his next fuckin' mission
Blanco Crew saw it and they thought I was wishin'
They thought if he can do it then so can I
Well let me hol' up and press rewind
You see there's really only one reason that I'm dissin'
And that's 'cause there's one important lesson ya'll missin'
Don't ever let me catch your breath go kissin'
The phrase started from the bottom unless you death submittin'
Its offensive to those who've been hungry with their mommy and their daddy with no money, no grub in the pantry
Ya'll some panzees who couldn't last a mile in my shoes
Not with domestic violence and verbal abuse
I've watched fiends eat up and OD on dog food
Down the street from where young children go and hoop
You see my lifestyle will throw ya'll in for a loop
We'll hear the drum and snare, but no vocals to prove
The history you be rappin' like you done made a move
But ya'll 18 and still gotta live under momma's roof
I'm no goof, I done seen this pattern done before
After 2 years you be bummin' 'cause you ain't gotta tour
Now the roles reversed 'cause your sellin' CD's door to door
Ya'll though you were big 'cause ya'll sold out your dorm
Let me inform you that those kids who dig your vids is really the same kids that you is
And that new generation middle class white people who feel entitled
To say that they've been through struggle because of the recital
Of those like me who make it big and can really say the shit for what it is
[Outro]:
Its the Kammeyer King and I'm back in this bitch
Fuck a fake cracka wearin' Abrocrombie Fitch
Fuck Blanco Crew
You know what imma do
I'm a big dog, young homie Marmaduke
Flow so ill sick nasty make you puke
I'm a drop it like a nuke
Lil bitch
