What’s Good?

[Verse 1: Cam Groves]
Yo, what's it gonna take for me to break the scene and take a seat
I see a lot of faking, man there's gotta be some vacancy
Everyday I make a beat, record a couple takes a week
And I think my songs are the bomb like a steak and cheese
I'm working hard everyday to make a living
While a ton of shitty rappers grab the mic and make a killing
I ain't into dissing, keep my head up wishing
It's that mister underdog with his leg up pissing
Waiting for my payoff, if I had a dollar for
Every kid on Facebook surprised I have a day job
Then I could take the day off, I'd probably take a vacay
Stay up late, get laid, and probably play golf
Call me Adolf the way these hits lure ya
I spray off at the mouth and commit murder
It's that Maine feller coming with that stellar game
Cam Groves known to keep it fresher than a cellophane

[Hook: Cam Groves]
What's good? Guess who, bitch?
It's mister rhyme tighter than a wet suit fits, yo
What's good? Hold up y'all
I came to get it popping like a blowup doll, c'mon
What's good? I'm as cool as they come
Tryna make a few funks with what I do on the drums, yo
What's good? Keeping it scary
It's that underground cat, no pet cemetery
(Yeah, it's marked outside the shady car check it)

[Verse 2: Pacewon]
What's good? What's hood?
I'm tough like Jay Prince, Master P plus Suge
You'd have to be hot as [?] to make us look, make us stare
My skills are like god and aliens, they're up there
I say "hell no" and "fuck yeah"
"Fuck no" and "hell yeah" I'm stuck there
I'm bug weird love fear, this bug's scared
Where I draw the line just like I cut hair
I spank emcees like I'm beating their butt bare
And hyperventilate like I'm not breathing enough air
Walk around like I'm lacking the bus fare
To go where I want so I'm making a fuss here
I got a banner to fly
I'm fucking gas like Canada dry, my bubblin' is doublin'
Like Ireland, I keep a hand on the nine
In case you or your man wanna try motherfucker

[Hook: Cam Groves]
What's good? Guess who, bitch?
It's mister rhyme tighter than a wet suit fits, yo
What's good? Hold up y'all
I came to get it popping like a blowup doll, c'mon
What's good? I'm as cool as they come
Tryna make a few funks with what I do on the drums, yo
What's good? Keeping it scary
It's that underground cat, no pet cemetery

[Verse 3: Cam Groves]
My mic attached and fitted, I'm like a craftsman with it
So I can grab and spit it just in case I pass a critic
I got an album I've been tryna get my ass to finish
But I'm on that purple like a motherfucker smashing Grimace
So pass the spinach, cop another pack
I been rolling woods like I was a lumberjack
So bring it back like you're swinging an axe
I'm from the pine tree state, smell like gin in a glass, yo
And where I'm from it's no service when we drop bars
And drum brakes are what we use to stop cars
Where a grill ain't nothing you wear
And when you say you trapping means you're hunting for bear, yeah
I stay rapping give a fuck if you care
Because my fans got hands and throw 'em up in the air
When my team's on the scene motherfuckers beware
Because we're known to tear it up and leave nothing to spare

[Hook: Cam Groves]
What's good? Guess who, bitch?
It's mister rhyme tighter than a wet suit fits, yo
What's good? Hold up y'all
I came to get it popping like a blowup doll, c'mon
What's good? I'm as cool as they come
Tryna make a few funks with what I do on the drums, yo
What's good? Keeping it scary
It's that underground cat, no pet cemetery