Deadstock Crocs

[Intro]
CAM COLE

[Verse]
Look
Shoot my shot like I’m Stojakovic
It’s Cammy baby, the hypercritical narcissist
Call my homie, the local pharmacist
To provide me with the drugs
To go numb the pain that you scarred me with
Uh
A little bit tilted while I was writing this
Spittin’ lyrics that’s more addictive than Vicodin
Never sell my soul, can’t let em profit off my likeliness
Lately been on a roll, so you people should know what time it is
Look
Straight out the gates, had to apply the pressure
Small circle cause people faker than Helen Keller
Packed it up, moved out to Maui, fell in love with the weather
Heavy stepper, no one honestly doing it better
I’m really smooth with the moves
Say she liking my style and how I do what I do
Zoned out, had to become in tune with the tunes
You just dropped, after I pressed play I went snooze
RIP to MF DOOM, we lost a real one
This rap shit just a hobby until a mil come
Always taught, don’t leave the table unless the meal done
My homie work in construction, he like to drill some
Headshot
Gotta move silent in case the feds watch
Sneaky link, loving me when we link make her bedrock
Homie copped a pint of the purp and poured up the Prescott
New Crocs, straight out the box
These bitches dead stock
I'm running laps around you rap clowns
Lyrics raw if you go against em′ get smacked down
It's safe to say I′m in my bag now
Homie got put on to a method now he a cash cow
Man how?
Do y'all be lying in your raps
Spreading these stupid lies just to see how we react
Imma tell you how it is, it′s confidence that you lack
You'll never be on my level, that′s honestly just a fact
Relax
Kick back and enjoy this excellence
Compared to me it is clear to see you're irrelevant
Flow so elegant
Cruise through effortless
One song out and I'm feeling like I′m a veteran
Look
See lately been bumping Ab-Soul
An abstract asshole ready to crack codes
I hope I ain′t have my fans waiting that long
But if you don't remember the name homie it′s CAM COLE
Motherfucker