Spose and Cam Groves - Eleven Thirty

DECAP with the chops, pdank

Came from Monday night RAW living
Latter match in the kitchen
But my belt wasn't golden
 my flow was auspicious
Get on with it, I got Adobe Audition
Never slept
Kept my rhymes real like I knew God isn't
Another blessing, I'm feeling excellent
Your rhyme's pedestrian
They got the bad reception never
Sent the text again provide the testament
Got no time for pessimists
Or dudes who live near Canada but
Live in fear of Mexicans
My survival plot tryna rock 'till
It's time to drop vinyl cop
Brakes tryna chop going diamond for my street
Suite decorated feet
Micheal Jordan in a leap
Got credentials with the pencil you go gentle
I had chances that were barely there
I had trouble but I bubbled like Perrier
Bruised purple
Winner circle did it fair and square
Head chief, red beef, very rare
I don't care, bounce a derriere
When the last time you heard it like this?
Probbably on my day off, ridiing dirty
Steak dinner
Naked women, late night, eleven thirty
When the last time you heard it like this?
Probbably on my day off, ridiing dirty
Steak dinner
Naked women, late night, eleven thirty

I'm in the zone like a metronome
Keep it on beat
These fellas on melatonin how
They sleeping on me sleek with the speech
Want beef? 'Gon equal defeat
Make you wanna stand up when
You deep in your seat
Got dreams of me in an M3 in a suit
But also got dreams of me fleeing the coop
As long as I'm in scene, I'ma equal the truth
Am I a bedroom rapper? Do
I sleep in the booth? (O oh)
I'm on they tail, got no plans to fail
Grind like a handrail, I'll be damned to bail
My nine-to-five
To survive gotta hammer nails
I go home, pedal tracks like a Cannondale
Half these rappers stuck up like a catheter
Find 'em closed minded need to
Open up they aperture wanna make you laugh
Also kill it like a massacre
So I stay rapping
Keep pushing like it's afterbirth
Yo, my vision so focused on my mission
That I don't even listen if
Someone say they dissin'
In my past time cast lines like fishin'
Here's another written that'll make you wanna
(Listen)
When the last time you heard it like this?
Probbably on my day off, ridiing dirty
Steak dinner
Naked women, late night, eleven thirty
When the last time you heard it like this?
Probbably on my day off, ridiing dirty
Steak dinner
Naked women, late night, eleven thirty

Eleven thirty, woke up early, still kicking
Only truth coming through this
Microphone I'm gripping
Hoping one day I get to do this for a living
Type "Cam Groves" in your iTunes and (Listen)

Written by:
CAM GROVES, NICHOLAS JOHN PIANTEDOSI, RYAN PETERS

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