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of the time I'm probably by myself​ ​​
You better not think this shit sweet​ ​over here, I'm gon' lay down that belt​ ​​
We ride Strikers when it's dark

dream is up for grabs in this day 
I ain’t here to play no games 
I Ain’t here to call out no names
I’m Just using my space 
To create my own lane 
Insane

bitch(How he slay
More bitch) i am about
To sit around and teach
No bitch fuck around
Get drug little bitch
Aye aye im too damn
Old for the play shit
100 Got

smoke bout a oz
Uh lay by the glock I get no sleep 
Uh ride with the pump in the front seat 
Yea Ride down ya block with a slow creep 
Uh turn ya lil

of reach like I’m a bird
Tell em hoes to jump off I ain’t lil Kim
Quick to blow a bitch a way like a gust wind
Hating on the Prince same shit they did

to grade me then?
We both drink Henny every weekend
Judge a book by the cover, just text a motherfucker
You gon see if you was guessing or did you read him
I

he be geeked
Ya boy said ya bitch be the one then you know
His ass done beat
Girl I can tell by ya lil tongue ring
I alrey' know you a freak
Bitch he

tiffany or trax
I tell her i aint worried
Bout that petty lil tax
Gotta come precise
Left no room for
Cuttin slack
This is real life
Wrong move
You never

I'm slowly coming back
Like I took a dab like 3 to be exact 

Getting out of phase one now we on two
Triple play that lovin' women by the deuce 
Blowing

way
Take a nigga out by sunday
I sell a bowl by monday
Me and YG about gun play
Light this bitch off flip it and toss
Remember me i'm the motherfucking

me CamSosa lil killa Cam

Yurp, yurp , yurp

You can call me CamSosa or lil Killa Cam

Yurp, yurp, yurp, yurp

Im on some other shi
I'm on some

real gangster Barbie shit
I’m talking real wap , shit be loud with her squeaky ass
Eat me up while In traffic with her freaky ass
I’m always making plays

to keep up without our own rocket thrust
Will Amazon sell a Jetson jetpack I can strap to my body
For the lil boy on the potty is dreaming enough of a hobby

friends I'm on his roster
Play with them bitches, not me (please)
Wouldn't be myself if I ain't keep'em by the 3
How you dripped all in designer, sell that

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at drink ups, letting off handting's
Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (ching)
I play too much Black Ops 2

through it all tell everybody dat I’m fine
People steady calling me but I just press decline
Go get a real bitch by yo side you gotta have a dime
Blue strip

heading up above, aye
I don't need to tell, I just do it 'outta love, aye (I just do it 'outta love)
This is for the niggas, who inspired by the thugs, aye

saved by the Bible
I was built out of chaos, survival
But you kept that tribe inside, charged my chakras, Alain

Them shortcomings won't define you, and I

on these flights

Baby this is ain't rap this is mutha fucking poetry
Imma teach this lil mama how to roll this weed
Fuck her to some Keith sweat than i do

uh

I was stuck in it for real (for real)
.40 by my rib, I'm out there bustin' off them pills (I ain't lyin')
Try and tell my lil' bro, "Chill"

times on the drip
I kept it a buck these bitches play games
Im peepin the subs
It's real Atlanta I come with the ana
Just puttin ya down is you Picking it

to remember
Whip her like she a sinner
Nah i aint no beginner 
Bet I last when I'm in her
Got her tongue by my zipper 
In here cruising like Penelope
All about

murder
I got a bad bitch, I just flexed on y'all by accident
If we ain't take no risks, we wouldn't never had no extras in

Ou my fault these niggas won't