| 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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| 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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| Fresh out school, I told these bitches to leave
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| You ain’t gon' believe in me, I’mma 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 Costner 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 |