Summer Home
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out of cars
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Camtron is the rap persona non grata
And I'm coming straight for your medulla oblongata
I'm gonna take these boys to school like alma mater
It's not work if I'm doing what I love, Kalamata
First let me take two shots of reposado
Then I'll hit it like the lotto, after that you gotta go
Adios, I'm a ghost, clear my throat, make a toast
This go out to all my niggas who said I would never make it
I'm about to take it
So much further
Than you ever you ever even heard of
Murder every single word
I'm never second, never third
I am the leader of the herd
I am a freak I am absurd
I am a geek I am a nerd
Bitch I'm like bishop I got M's on the dome
These bitches like bitching with their friends on the phone
'Bout what they man don't do, until Cam rolls through
With a bottle full of uhh and a bag full of oww
The time is mine
I've been digging in the diamond mine just to find these rhymes
Look at how they shine
I made the climb to the ancient shrine
When I got to the top I payed tribute to the gods
They appeared to me and said, "We'll give you what you want"
I told that I'm already the best at spitting bars
But I'll take a first edition holographic Charizard
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out of cars
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Look
I ain't popping pills
But I keep my chakra moving
Even when I'm sitting still
Shot a video with Dillz
9-5, what I'm working til the day we get the deal
Spitting murder prolly see my apparition in the stills
My energy field prolly give a nigga chills
In my past life I was prolly scribbling the quills
Writing names of the slave masters a nigga killed
Not a revolutionary I just did it for the thrills
Did it for the thrills
Yea me and Camtron getting busy with skills
Flows got you thinking God started giving niggas gills
I'm the wizard you the leader of the lollipop guild
Damn mothafucka is that really how you feel
Yea fuck these house niggas 'cause in really in the field
Better stay up on your toes like women wearing heels
If not they'll prolly find your body somewhere in the hills
I be making music like I had the blueprint they were using when the pyramids were built
I don't make excuses I just make exclusives you ain't heard half of the shit a nigga killed
Did it without feeling any guilt
Like the colonists giving aboriginals a quilt
Still they be acting like my vision isn't real that's until what is hidden gets revealed
And I'm
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out of cars
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Fly god hit the summer home on the red rock
My lord coming strong shock it to the bed rock
My squad money long like a rasta dreadlocks
Five artists, hunnid songs, nothing make the bread stop
Foster House take you on a vacation to another planet
Journey probably painstaking but you love it damn it
Mufuckas stay taking undiscovered talent
Giving it a home till they take it and make something out it, whew
The inside of this car kinda look like a spaceship it's time to take flight, uh
To the hills by the stars where you might book a gig standing next to the hype, woah
They say I am the god that take music and give it it's breath call it "life", yes
So I take all this art and I make it my living so they can be right, what
Going in automatic doors
Till I win selling out a tour
No bull matador
With a grin while I'm at the store
Cause ain't shit that I can't afford
Full till my casket closed
I ain't dying till I kill this shit
I ain't lying that's some real ass shit, yeah
They ask me why I am so ill at this
Probably try and pop a pill I'm sick, yuh
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out of cars
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Camtron is the rap persona non grata
And I'm coming straight for your medulla oblongata
I'm gonna take these boys to school like alma mater
It's not work if I'm doing what I love, Kalamata
First let me take two shots of reposado
Then I'll hit it like the lotto, after that you gotta go
Adios, I'm a ghost, clear my throat, make a toast
This go out to all my niggas who said I would never make it
I'm about to take it
So much further
Than you ever you ever even heard of
Murder every single word
I'm never second, never third
I am the leader of the herd
I am a freak I am absurd
I am a geek I am a nerd
Bitch I'm like bishop I got M's on the dome
These bitches like bitching with their friends on the phone
'Bout what they man don't do, until Cam rolls through
With a bottle full of uhh and a bag full of oww
The time is mine
I've been digging in the diamond mine just to find these rhymes
Look at how they shine
I made the climb to the ancient shrine
When I got to the top I payed tribute to the gods
They appeared to me and said, "We'll give you what you want"
I told that I'm already the best at spitting bars
But I'll take a first edition holographic Charizard
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out of cars
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Look
I ain't popping pills
But I keep my chakra moving
Even when I'm sitting still
Shot a video with Dillz
9-5, what I'm working til the day we get the deal
Spitting murder prolly see my apparition in the stills
My energy field prolly give a nigga chills
In my past life I was prolly scribbling the quills
Writing names of the slave masters a nigga killed
Not a revolutionary I just did it for the thrills
Did it for the thrills
Yea me and Camtron getting busy with skills
Flows got you thinking God started giving niggas gills
I'm the wizard you the leader of the lollipop guild
Damn mothafucka is that really how you feel
Yea fuck these house niggas 'cause in really in the field
Better stay up on your toes like women wearing heels
If not they'll prolly find your body somewhere in the hills
I be making music like I had the blueprint they were using when the pyramids were built
I don't make excuses I just make exclusives you ain't heard half of the shit a nigga killed
Did it without feeling any guilt
Like the colonists giving aboriginals a quilt
Still they be acting like my vision isn't real that's until what is hidden gets revealed
And I'm
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out of cars
Down to Earth is where we live
Got a summer home on Mars
Fly god hit the summer home on the red rock
My lord coming strong shock it to the bed rock
My squad money long like a rasta dreadlocks
Five artists, hunnid songs, nothing make the bread stop
Foster House take you on a vacation to another planet
Journey probably painstaking but you love it damn it
Mufuckas stay taking undiscovered talent
Giving it a home till they take it and make something out it, whew
The inside of this car kinda look like a spaceship it's time to take flight, uh
To the hills by the stars where you might book a gig standing next to the hype, woah
They say I am the god that take music and give it it's breath call it "life", yes
So I take all this art and I make it my living so they can be right, what
Going in automatic doors
Till I win selling out a tour
No bull matador
With a grin while I'm at the store
Cause ain't shit that I can't afford
Full till my casket closed
I ain't dying till I kill this shit
I ain't lying that's some real ass shit, yeah
They ask me why I am so ill at this
Probably try and pop a pill I'm sick, yuh
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Writer(s): Cameron Rivers
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