5'11" ON YOUR LIES

Lyrics

The DMV-Certified Short King Anthem Intro – Spoken, funky bass building Hold up, hold up! Cam said he’s five-eleven? Then five-eight? Maybe five-nine? Somebody call the DMV! We got a height investigation! HAHA! LET’S GO! Verse 1 – West Coast Funk Rap Cam came through talking five-foot-eleven, Said he’s still growing, boy, pushing forty-seven! Drinking that milk, chasing that dream, Trying to get drafted to the short king team! Said he towers over Moe, said he’s grown with age, But his measuring tape just escaped from its cage! Five-six on Monday, five-seven by Friday, Five-eleven in his head, six-foot on MySpace! Like Canelo, padding inches for the fame, But the tape don’t lie, better check that claim! You ain’t hit a growth spurt, you hit a delusion, Your height’s a conspiracy, mass confusion! Pre-Chorus – Call and Response How tall you is, Cam? (FIVE-ELEVEN!) You sure about that, man? (WELL, MAYBE FIVE-NINE!) What happened to them inches? (THEY WENT MISSING!) Somebody call the cops! (WE GOT A HEIGHT CRIME!) Chorus – Big Party Hook 🎶 FIVE-ELEVEN ON YOUR LIES! FIVE-SIX IN DISGUISE! Your delusion’s six-foot-eight, Got NBA scouts outside! SHORT KING! BIG DREAMS! Platform shoes and skinny jeans! You ain’t growing, you’re just hoping That your measuring tape is broken! Verse 2 – The DMV Defense Cam said, “Wait, I’m five-eight, maybe five-nine!” I said, “Bro, you lost two inches in record time!” Then he pulled out his license, said, “That validates it!” Like the DMV measured him and notarized it! Boy, you filled that form out yourself! Could’ve put seven-foot-twelve, nobody checked! You went from NBA to the DMV line, Lost two inches before lunchtime! License says five-nine, but your mouth said eleven, Your story keeps shrinking like a discount at 7-Eleven! You started out a giant, now you’re average-sized, The only thing that’s growing is the mountain of lies! Bridge – Spoken Comedy Breakdown “Cam, how tall are you?” “Five-eleven!” “Without shoes?” “Five-nine!” “Without lying?” “…” “HELLO? CAM? YOU STILL THERE?” Record scratch “MY LICENSE SAYS FIVE-NINE!” BRO, THE DMV AIN’T THE NBA COMBINE! 🤣 Verse 3 – The Downfall of Cam Cam said he’s coming back to dethrone Moe, But he needs a step stool just to reach the throne! Talking about punching stomachs, stomping hearts, Better stretch first, little man, before you start! Ray said, “Keep drinking milk!” Cam said, “I’m built like silk!” But the milk ain’t working, the growth ain’t coming, And the short king anthem got the whole club jumping! Five-eleven was the dream, five-nine was the plea, Five-eight was the truth trying to break free! You can pad your stats, you can stretch your pride, But you can’t grow taller standing on your lies! Final Chorus – Everybody Sing! 🎶 FIVE-ELEVEN ON YOUR LIES! FIVE-SIX IN DISGUISE! Your delusion’s six-foot-eight, Got NBA scouts outside! SHORT KING! STAND TALL! Even if you ain’t that tall! You can stretch the truth all night, But you can’t stretch your height! Outro – Spoken Cam, we love you, brother! Keep drinking that milk! Keep chasing those dreams! But next time you measure yourself… TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF! And tell the DMV we want a recount! Record scratch “That validates it!” NO, CAM! IT DOESN’T! 🤣🎤