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[Hook:] |
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Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe |
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Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve |
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In seventh grade I almost cut from the team |
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But now I'm six feet three the young 'un living so clean |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Ain't go no marketing money dummy just me and my team |
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Fuck the game and the politics this is me as I seem |
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Think this is sweet, must be livin' the dream |
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I like sugar in coffee I'm cuttin' back on the cream |
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This real life, you ain't never gon' be safe like latex |
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Got more flows than A's babies got safe sex |
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Wait, does that make sense |
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Can't be serious |
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Hold my mic and my balls 'till I'm gettin' delirious |
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Smokin' half grams in cans bitches spread like pan |
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Cam killin these verses like sanitizin' my hands |
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Signin shit for my fans I try not to give a fuck more |
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You tryin' to find me, go find a city with doctors |
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Told me I'm trippin' |
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Said that I wouldn't listen |
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Now I'm young and got deals |
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And they like "damn Cam did it" |
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Sayin' bitches that was like "Nah, Cam I'm busy" |
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Is in my business in life |
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"Damn Cam you so distant" |
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And the dissin' in this is simple, no mix in my verses |
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I'm hard on these verses like its written in cursive |
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Now anybody tryin talkin' shit look worthless |
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I carry the game while ya'll carry ya purses |
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[Hook (x2):] |
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Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe |
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Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve |
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In seventh grade I almost cut from the team |
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But now I'm six feet three young 'un living so clean |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Fresh out school, I told these bitches to leave |
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You ain't gon' believe in me, I'ma do it just me |
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Got no other people's money, this is me and my team |
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If you ain't reppin my city , then you ain't gettin' no tees |
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I got the game on lockbox, the key in my socks |
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I'm smokin' and rollin' we sittin up on some rocks |
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You want the green like ceilo, you look corrupt like fox |
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Throw me and Matty a twenty we make 'em beat that knocks |
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Like Kevin cost me you actin' |
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Put your raps in the basket |
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I can buy it stores, you generically rappin |
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Spit it smooth like satin |
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Hit the J like a captain |
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And throw the allieoop on 'em and clean it up like napkins |
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[Hook (x2):] |
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Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe |
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Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve |
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In seventh grade I almost cut from the team |
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But now I'm six foot three young 'un living so clean |