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Fresh

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Fresh

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Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe

Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve

In seventh grade I almost cut from the team

But now I'm six feet three the young 'un living so clean

Ain't go no marketing money dummy just me and my team

Fuck the game and the politics this is me as I seem

Think this is sweet, must be livin' the dream

I like sugar in coffee I'm cuttin' back on the cream

This real life, you ain't never gon' be safe like latex

Got more flows than A's babies got safe sex

Wait, does that make sense

Can't be serious

Hold my mic and my balls 'till I'm gettin' delirious

Smokin' half grams in cans bitches spread like pan

Cam killin these verses like sanitizin' my hands

Signin shit for my fans I try not to give a fuck more

You tryin' to find me, go find a city with doctors

Told me I'm trippin'

Said that I wouldn't listen

Now I'm young and got deals

And they like "damn Cam did it"

Sayin' bitches that was like "Nah, Cam I'm busy"

Is in my business in life

"Damn Cam you so distant"

And the dissin' in this is simple, no mix in my verses

I'm hard on these verses like its written in cursive

Now anybody tryin talkin' shit look worthless

I carry the game while ya'll carry ya purses

Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe

Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve

In seventh grade I almost cut from the team

But now I'm six feet three young 'un living so clean

Fresh out school, I told these bitches to leave

You ain't gon' believe in me, I'ma do it just me

Got no other people's money, this is me and my team

If you ain't reppin my city , then you ain't gettin' no tees

I got the game on lockbox, the key in my socks

I'm smokin' and rollin' we sittin up on some rocks

You want the green like ceilo, you look corrupt like fox

Throw me and Matty a twenty we make 'em beat that knocks

Like Kevin cost me you actin'

Put your raps in the basket

I can buy it stores, you generically rappin

Spit it smooth like satin

Hit the J like a captain

And throw the allieoop on 'em and clean it up like napkins

Fresh out of school, I made these bitches believe

Nineteen motherfucker, wear my heart up my sleeve

In seventh grade I almost cut from the team

But now I'm six foot three young 'un living so clean

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