Cam Meekins started rapping at a young age. He was making beats by 6th grad… Read Full Bio ↴Cam Meekins started rapping at a young age. He was making beats by 6th grade and when high school came around he began to excel in production and engineering. His Junior year he started rapping on his beats that he produced, and with the help of his friend Armand Menegay put out a mixtape. After high school Cam moved to L.A. to continue recording with producer Matty Trump. Since then Cam has been striving to improve his skills and make an impact in the hip hop game. He released his debut album, Lamp City, in November 2012. He's dope as f**k.

Hater
Cam Meekins Lyrics

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The same shit on the on the radio (yeah, yeah)
The same news and I hate it, yo (yeah, yeah)
Don′t give a fuck if I made it, yo
I'm just a hater, yo
Middle fingers up saying (yeah, yeah)
You won a Grammy, man, way to go (yeah, yeah)
Your music sucks, it′s how much you sold (yeah, yeah)
Don't give a fuck if I made it, yo

I'm just a hater, yo
Middle fingers up saying (yeah, yeah)

I′m riding in my car
I′ve been working late
I hit my girl up
Gon' pick her up at 8
Turn on the radio
They playing Party Rock
I smoke another joint
Somebody call the cops
Cuz these days I′m hearing all the same shit
Everybody dance, jump, getting up, lame shit
Talking about how much cake they made in a week
They talking 'bout how much hate they get when they speak
Well, guess I′m a playa hata
If that's a hit record then see ya lata
My girl get in the car, you know I′m flexing
I drive to the intersection
She told me that she, she, she love that new Ke$ha single
That shit sound like my cell phone jingle
So I just lay my seat back
Praying please let me get this mixtape out before my ears bleed
And you see me saying

So I get out the car
I hit the party up
Me and my girl here
She tryna get drunk
We walk inside the house
What fucking song is on
The beat go up and down
Something like Enron
The clichés I'm hearing in my ear
Make me wonder why the fuck I was even coming here
And I don't want to sound like that guy that listens to weird music and shops at REI
And who thinks he′s cooler than everybody in the room
Playing new music from Muse, like a tool, it ain′t cool
So I'm like, oh geez
Please let me get this mixtape out before my ears bleed
And you see me saying

I′m just a hater, yo
Middles fingers up saying

Overall Meaning

The song "Hater" by Cam Meekins is a commentary on the state of modern popular music. Meekins voices his frustration with the repetitive nature of mainstream music and the cult of celebrity that often accompanies it. He derisively refers to top 40 hits as "the same shit on the radio." Instead of valuing artistic merit, popularity seems to be the most important metric for measuring success. Meekins takes aim at this mindset, declaring that "I don't give a fuck if I made it, yo / I'm just a hater, yo." He feels that the emphasis on sales and chart positions has led to an oversaturation of manufactured, uninspired hits.

Meekins also satirizes the mindless party culture that often accompanies popular music. He describes hitting up a party with his girlfriend, but quickly realizes that the music being played is nothing more than a formulaic dance beat. He mocks the shallow lyrics that are so common in these songs, decrying the preoccupation with money and fame. Despite his distaste for this scene, Meekins recognizes the social pressure to fit in and not be seen as a "tool." In the end, he simply wants to listen to music that speaks to him and isn't afraid to express that desire.

Overall, "Hater" speaks to the frustration that many people feel with the shallowness of modern popular culture. It challenges the status quo and encourages listeners to seek out music that is authentic and meaningful.

Line by Line Meaning

The same shit on the on the radio (yeah, yeah)
The radio is playing the same songs repeatedly, and it annoys me.

The same news and I hate it, yo (yeah, yeah)
The news always reports on the same negative things, and it frustrates me.

Don't give a fuck if I made it, yo I'm just a hater, yo
I don't care if I achieve success, I will still hate on others out of jealousy.

Middle fingers up saying (yeah, yeah)
I express my dissatisfaction by raising my middle fingers.

You won a Grammy, man, way to go (yeah, yeah)
Congratulations on winning a Grammy, but I still think your music is terrible.

Your music sucks, it's how much you sold (yeah, yeah)
The fact that your music sells well does not mean it is good.

I'm riding in my car I've been working late I hit my girl up Gon' pick her up at 8
I am driving home from work to pick up my girlfriend.

Turn on the radio They playing Party Rock I smoke another joint Somebody call the cops
I switch on the radio and hear a song I don't like, so I light up a joint and joke that someone should call the cops.

Cuz these days I'm hearing all the same shit Everybody dance, jump, getting up, lame shit Talking about how much cake they made in a week They talking 'bout how much hate they get when they speak Well, guess I'm a playa hata If that's a hit record then see ya lata
I am tired of hearing the same cliched lyrics about partying, wealth, and fame, and I dislike people who enjoy such music.

My girl get in the car, you know I'm flexing I drive to the intersection She told me that she love that new Ke$ha single That shit sound like my cell phone jingle So I just lay my seat back Praying please let me get this mixtape out before my ears bleed And you see me saying
My girlfriend gets in the car, and I try to impress her by driving well. She mentions liking a song, but I find it unappealing and unbearable.

So I get out the car I hit the party up Me and my girl here She tryna get drunk We walk inside the house What fucking song is on The beat go up and down Something like Enron
I arrive at a party with my girlfriend, who wants to get drunk. I hear a song with a repetitive beat, and it reminds me of the rise and fall of Enron's stock prices.

The clichés I'm hearing in my ear Make me wonder why the fuck I was even coming here And I don't want to sound like that guy that listens to weird music and shops at REI And who thinks he's cooler than everybody in the room Playing new music from Muse, like a tool, it ain't cool So I'm like, oh geez Please let me get this mixtape out before my ears bleed And you see me saying
The overused and unoriginal lyrics in the music at the party make me question why I even came. I don't want to be the guy who thinks he's better than everyone else and only listens to alternative music. I pray that the mixtape I made will be played soon and save me from more auditory torture.

Writer(s): Ross Jacob Golan, Cameron James Meekins

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