| Cam Erlim, is that it?
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| Oh no, Cam Rellim, haha
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| Cam Rellim at your service, with these verses
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| Ay yo I’m park bench chillin', burger patty grillin'
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| Everybody love to say my name is Rumpelstiltskin
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| Call up Wolfgang Puck, tell me come and bring a meal in
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| My stomach full, I’ll go against the world like Scott Pilgrim
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| Way above the building, bungee jumpin' down
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| They say I’m gettin' trendy like I come after a pound sign
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| Hashtag Mac, this ain’t backpack rap
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| Give a fuck bout what you sayin' after platinum plated plaques
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| Take it back, cookin' on them hoes, you can make a casserole
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| Mad that I can rap so well, and everything on factual
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| Ain’t worth it, if not laughable, I’m off the wall as racquetball
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| Dick that keep your girl awake all night, they call is Adderall
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| Youngin' on his grind, workin' harder than your dad work
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| Black shirt, Rellim Cam, that’s my name said backwards
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| Ask first, hell nah, treat em' like a bellhop
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| Let em hold my bags and give a tip for that ass, boy
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| I’m too old to be chillin' at the playground
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| Say I’m too old to be chillin' at the playground
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| Never be too old to be chillin' at the playground
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| Shorty come and kick it at the swings
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| I’m way too old to be chillin' at the playground
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| Say I’m too old to be chillin' at the playground
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| Cops comin', muthafucker stay down
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| Girl I’ll be waitin' at the swings
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| Ay yo I’m Blue Park slidin', go-cart drivin'
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| Got this rap shit down to a science
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| My Louie belt way nicer than Orion’s, confined to an assignment
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| You won’t finish in the kitchen, like appliance
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| Is just a muthafuckin' kid, say my head is gettin' big
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| No that’s my ego, trippin' somewhere where they need a ski-slope
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| Rockin' in the fall like a pea-coat, freaks with a deep throat
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| Students run the class, y’all should keep notes
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| Drunk then I’m hard to understand, Don Vito
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| Ace in the Casino, I’m Robert De’Niro
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| I be low, key though, Young Nino with my jeans low
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| Your girl love it when I speak slow, she go
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| You can hear the way she’s moaning
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| Started back at midnight, had it 'til the morning
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| Wake up with some morning wood
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| Hit it before work, yeah I’m sure she would
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| All my female fans like «I'm sure it’s good» |