Cam Meekins - Joe Flacco lyrics

rate me

Imma lay this beat real quick

What you thinking flops and still be

Have to drop then cop the watch now

All these motherfuckers try to compete

What is life for a guy like me

Work hard try to make ends meet but

The end of the week is weak cause it’s right back

In the position where it used to be but

We slow it down real slow

I just wanna let oyu know

That life ain’t really that bad

Like this song go

Fool around getting O

When we get you paper, paper

Running round and doing shit for all these haters

You papers choking haters smoking

But it really is I hate when they ask my ass

Like “bro, what’s up?”

Running up just chill, this beat is never enough

Smoke joints I ain’t worried bout tobacco

Dunk pass let’em pass like Joe Flacco

Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend

What’s up?

Smoke joints I ain’t worried bout tobacco

Dunk pass let’em pass like Joe Flacco

Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend

What’s up?

I got a date with Destiny, she never hit me though

Really to sit around and listen to the radio

Pop shows it’s all like that ...

I hate the cops cause all they wanna do is arrest you

I’m trying to buy you drop

I hope that shit invest you

They say that time is money

That’s funny cause I’m hoping I’m not too late

Get you bonded get out the vest

I know that God blessed you

Will he come to my rescue

I think it’s good to party

Will take you down the ride

Say he’s comfortable but I think it’s that a lie

He went to school to learn, earn money, probably read

I went to school to learn on how to burn the weed

I rap for one percent...

Trying to battle rap getting down the magic hat

What kind of tag is that dog? Leave and draw

Do we all follow the law?

So don’t judge me cause I’m arrogant

My shoes are musty

Still my crew look out for me

And all these groupies wanna hug me

Dressing up like a druggie don, I don’t need your money

Give you your album you’re a coup man now get the fuck away

I mean I know you love me

That’s why you can drop my ass

When they need a hit...

I said it not to brag, I really mean it though

Me I got my own shot

You fuck boys now hear me though

If you see me in Boston drinking bottles of the stoop

Smoking joint with your boy, get real with the dude

Don’t try and play me like you needy girl I know the prices

Life is beautiful I only got a couple vices

Smoke joints I ain’t worried bout tobacco

Dunk pass let’em pass like Joe Flacco

Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend

What’s up?

Smoke joints I ain’t worried bout tobacco

Dunk pass let’em pass like Joe Flacco

Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend

What’s up?

What’s up?

What’s up?