Let me let this shit rock
Can I let this shit rock?
(You better let that shit rock)
Alright, let this shit rock
Ayo Juan, let that shit rock, nigga
Ayo bring that bass in to the right
Bring that bass in to the left
Bring them chords in
Man nah man f*ck them chords
Bring that bass back in
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
Kam'Roc a f*cking king like Coretta, betta than the best, yes
Yo I might not have any buff biceps but nevertheless
I still beat these pussies up like this was rough sex
Rough neck, so tell me motherf*cker yo who the f*ck next
Like dog you don't wanna crash on the canvas
Rumble in the ring, or try to box with my bad ass
Dog these punchlines, they stay on point like broke glass
So get back, or run the risk of getting yo shit stabbed
(Poked the f*ck up!) And that's straight up like elevators
Ay do me a favor man tell these haters stop being haters
(With yo bitch ass!)
Cuz all I'm tryna do is generate a, shit load of paper
Burn some now and I burn some more later
Rubber band 10 grand with a 100 benjis
Then hit the mall with all of my niggas yeah go crazy (F*cking nuts!)
Cop everything in every shop until there isn't any
Thing left to cop but a shoe box that's already empty
And just to be petty, I'll buy that too
Just to say I took it all from you, yeah you nigga
Damn right I am selfish but who
Gonna stop me from doing what I do, nobody (uh-uh!)
Nobody, not a motherf*cking soul
And that fact has stayed the same since the kid like was like 6 old
Scratch that, since day my mom push me out of that pussy
Niggas knew that I'd was gon be that jigga running the show
So, gon head and throw the towel in homie
Cuz I got this shit singing like it was a violin homie
My technique it can't be beat, like it was shaolin homie
I'm built to score, so you can stop that fouling homie
All up in yo timeline while you be browsing homie
Cuz the ears of the media is what I shout in homie
Like Mike with the mic, yo I got these labels scouting homie (They can't check me nigga!)
So go and sit your ass in the corner for all of that pouting homie (Sit yo ass in timeout nigga!)
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Dedicate this note to my self
To my self
To my self
Kam'roc - Note to Self Lyrics
Kam'roc - Note to Self Lyrics
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Let me let this shit rock
Can I let this shit rock?
(You better let that shit rock)
Alright, let this shit rock
Ayo Juan, let that shit rock, nigga
Ayo bring that bass in to the right
Bring that bass in to the left
Bring them chords in
Man nah man f*ck them chords
Bring that bass back in
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
Kam'Roc a f*cking king like Coretta, betta than the best, yes
Yo I might not have any buff biceps but nevertheless
I still beat these pussies up like this was rough sex
Rough neck, so tell me motherf*cker yo who the f*ck next
Like dog you don't wanna crash on the canvas
Rumble in the ring, or try to box with my bad ass
Dog these punchlines, they stay on point like broke glass
So get back, or run the risk of getting yo shit stabbed
(Poked the f*ck up!) And that's straight up like elevators
Ay do me a favor man tell these haters stop being haters
(With yo bitch ass!)
Cuz all I'm tryna do is generate a, shit load of paper
Burn some now and I burn some more later
Rubber band 10 grand with a 100 benjis
Then hit the mall with all of my niggas yeah go crazy (F*cking nuts!)
Cop everything in every shop until there isn't any
Thing left to cop but a shoe box that's already empty
And just to be petty, I'll buy that too
Just to say I took it all from you, yeah you nigga
Damn right I am selfish but who
Gonna stop me from doing what I do, nobody (uh-uh!)
Nobody, not a motherf*cking soul
And that fact has stayed the same since the kid like was like 6 old
Scratch that, since day my mom push me out of that pussy
Niggas knew that I'd was gon be that jigga running the show
So, gon head and throw the towel in homie
Cuz I got this shit singing like it was a violin homie
My technique it can't be beat, like it was shaolin homie
I'm built to score, so you can stop that fouling homie
All up in yo timeline while you be browsing homie
Cuz the ears of the media is what I shout in homie
Like Mike with the mic, yo I got these labels scouting homie (They can't check me nigga!)
So go and sit your ass in the corner for all of that pouting homie (Sit yo ass in timeout nigga!)
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Dedicate this note to my self
To my self
To my self
Can I let this shit rock?
(You better let that shit rock)
Alright, let this shit rock
Ayo Juan, let that shit rock, nigga
Ayo bring that bass in to the right
Bring that bass in to the left
Bring them chords in
Man nah man f*ck them chords
Bring that bass back in
Yeah, let me talk to 'em
Kam'Roc a f*cking king like Coretta, betta than the best, yes
Yo I might not have any buff biceps but nevertheless
I still beat these pussies up like this was rough sex
Rough neck, so tell me motherf*cker yo who the f*ck next
Like dog you don't wanna crash on the canvas
Rumble in the ring, or try to box with my bad ass
Dog these punchlines, they stay on point like broke glass
So get back, or run the risk of getting yo shit stabbed
(Poked the f*ck up!) And that's straight up like elevators
Ay do me a favor man tell these haters stop being haters
(With yo bitch ass!)
Cuz all I'm tryna do is generate a, shit load of paper
Burn some now and I burn some more later
Rubber band 10 grand with a 100 benjis
Then hit the mall with all of my niggas yeah go crazy (F*cking nuts!)
Cop everything in every shop until there isn't any
Thing left to cop but a shoe box that's already empty
And just to be petty, I'll buy that too
Just to say I took it all from you, yeah you nigga
Damn right I am selfish but who
Gonna stop me from doing what I do, nobody (uh-uh!)
Nobody, not a motherf*cking soul
And that fact has stayed the same since the kid like was like 6 old
Scratch that, since day my mom push me out of that pussy
Niggas knew that I'd was gon be that jigga running the show
So, gon head and throw the towel in homie
Cuz I got this shit singing like it was a violin homie
My technique it can't be beat, like it was shaolin homie
I'm built to score, so you can stop that fouling homie
All up in yo timeline while you be browsing homie
Cuz the ears of the media is what I shout in homie
Like Mike with the mic, yo I got these labels scouting homie (They can't check me nigga!)
So go and sit your ass in the corner for all of that pouting homie (Sit yo ass in timeout nigga!)
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Did I let that shit ride for a nigga?
Dedicate this note to my self
To my self
To my self
Writer: Kam'roc
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