Текст песни Deadstock - Cam Thomas

I'm signing up to every raffle I can find
My nigga Jay could flip a fucking pack if he was blind
Ain't talking bout bricks I'm talking bout sneakers
You niggas go quiet on my releases
I'm shooting my shot straight out of the bleachers
And you know that shit is nothing but net
You wasting energy cause I'll intercept
And all the game you tryna play I expect
You see the sweat trickling that shit holy water
Build sanctuaries for my baby daughter look
That's just a reference to my unborn
And I'm just scratching the surface and this is one thorn
The labels know my rap designer this is unworn
Yellow brick road to the green, but not my front lawn
But in this country I guess it's pink and shit
Just tryna stay abovе water this world a sinking ship
I'm sending Air Jordan 5 re-salе price through the roof
Deadstock cause I manufacture and sell out from the booth
Double P I'm the truth

I'm selling raps above retail so this is StockX
Place your bids and get a blessing from who's up next
Soon as I'm done got 'em wondering can they fuck next
And that's why I don't fuck with that second-hand or that pre-loved
Unnecessary dwelling on who we've loved
Don't stress yourself bout shit I do not speak of
This for my over-thinkers creating problems
Over something that ain't even there
But if you're like me sensing problems, then it's probably there
Applying for grad schemes, rather be supplying these rap fiends
I'm why the lines withheld when the trap rings
Cause this Class A, it ain't watered down no melted ice
And if they charging fines for realness I will pay that twice
Your drip look plagiarised nigga you need to turn it in
And if it's beef we don't squash it this ain't no Burger King
My city full of roundabouts but I'm not circling
I wipe my kicks the hardwoods where I learnt to win