Welcome to the Show
I'm blowing up and I don't even know it
Called G we got this album going
Now we bout to murder bitches and hoes
Mysteriously walking down the road at Route 66
Just kidding Southside shit, MO, St. Joe you know all of it
I had problems for some time
Then G came to the studio, laid some rhymes down on this foggy night
He just, did a couple tries
I ain't even lie, hold up it's a fire
It's a fire
It's a fire
Rocking with Cam
Sir is the truth
Right engineer, hot water flow air reduce
Old soul, new school, move industry
Have no idea what you got yourself into
When you tangle with the unknown
And this an introduction, time for the show
Hold your applause, for those who oppose
I suppose this is your end
Yo Cam hit em with that deadly venom
Listen as we kick this wicked shit
Picket fence closed behind me as I, move on from this
Next time, I said last time I would stop
But I ain't, cause a painter, with no paint
Is just a brush away from death
And we got a lot left, so keep your ears open
And your mouths shut
They all saying Cam & G are freaking out, what?
I don't know, what else to say to the hoes
Besides the fact we going home, never fold
Welcome to the show
Called G we got this album going
Now we bout to murder bitches and hoes
Mysteriously walking down the road at Route 66
Just kidding Southside shit, MO, St. Joe you know all of it
I had problems for some time
Then G came to the studio, laid some rhymes down on this foggy night
He just, did a couple tries
I ain't even lie, hold up it's a fire
It's a fire
It's a fire
Rocking with Cam
Sir is the truth
Right engineer, hot water flow air reduce
Old soul, new school, move industry
Have no idea what you got yourself into
When you tangle with the unknown
And this an introduction, time for the show
Hold your applause, for those who oppose
I suppose this is your end
Yo Cam hit em with that deadly venom
Listen as we kick this wicked shit
Picket fence closed behind me as I, move on from this
Next time, I said last time I would stop
But I ain't, cause a painter, with no paint
Is just a brush away from death
And we got a lot left, so keep your ears open
And your mouths shut
They all saying Cam & G are freaking out, what?
I don't know, what else to say to the hoes
Besides the fact we going home, never fold
Welcome to the show
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Edwards
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