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Cam’ron | FUNK FLEX | #Freestyle171
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Check the files, Mr. Giles, he a winner still These n***as broke, I'm allergic, pa** me a Benadryll You got it, n***a? Spent a mil, had all intent to chill But n***as talkin' fly like they rent ain't my dinner bill Kiddin', you gotta be, I be movin' modestly Honestlly I'm the one that's pitchin' in the lobby B And didn't care who's watchin' me Basketball games and then I went and did a robbery All through Harlem you spotted me Pan Pan to Willie Burger, Haaji back to Dirty Kitchen Four blocks down, n***as was on a murder mission Facing a third conviction, me? I'm just swervin' different Mergin' different, wolf inside the hen house, I'm observin' chicken Franchise like Church's Chicken, words of wisdom F**k around with me and be a murder victim I fried burger flip 'em, huh The birds I get 'em, the fiends deserve to hit 'em The first to the third? The work is gon' be workin' with 'em Me? Y'all can't come around, better off just run around Forgot I'm from the underground, in two days move a hundred pounds F**kin' clowns, up and downs, talkin' 'bout it's nothin' now Kris Kross, I pull the Mac Daddy and make you jump around Hundred keys on the private, who you lovin' now? Tom Brady to Gronk, b*t*h, we touchin' down My girl said, "Cam, you defeatin' the purpose," How? "When you walk in the room, they still gettin' nervous 'Cause they know the old Killa any time could resurface," Shout to Swizz though, I'm still eatin' off the Verzuz homie I got more than the fighters and I ain't box I got the up-front, back-end, door money and stock So when Triller went public, 'nother mil out the box Maybe over your head but I don't care about no props And no, nah, this is not a shot at The LOX 'Cause them are my n***as, they solidified they spot Now Kiss, right? He told you 'bout my crib in Miami But he ain't mention Cali or my villa out in Maui Or Vegas or Jersey or my timeshare in Bali Or my ranch out in Idaho, I tell my neighbor, "Howdy," I'm just a hustler, go getter, money monster You f**ked up? Shut up, I be your honey sponsor I'm her only fan, I tell her as I dance with her I start her OnlyFans, I be her manager Clean her up like the janitor, baby I ain't no amateur Look, we going to the top, just hold on to the bannister Now I got her booked cross-country, London and Canada When I stuck it in she said she never had a man in her Then I abandoned her, or what it appeared to be Came to my crib like, "Why you bein' weird to me?" I sold weed when they used to call the sh*t dank Name a year, any year, I ain't have a [?] This little verse, big bank, you damn right my sh*t stank Forty foot chandeliers, piranhas in the fish tank I would put a end to you, only thing I ever told my connect was, "Send it through," Y'all problems are miniscule baby Y'all ain't Gillie or NORE? I ain't friends with you Everybody else, a hundred thousand for the interview Nah, I don't wanna talk, y'all n***as chatty pattys You got a problem? No problem, I'll send the addy gladly Keep the mac engaged, f**k all your accolades It's one big masquerade, they talkin' from a backup page The feds thought we were roaches, the crib they had to raid I stood the trauma, they hit my bedroom with flash grenades But y'all ain't stressin' me, God been blessin' me Just one question though, why would y'all question me? Like how we still in here, or how we still up here Or how the f**k we turn Suga Duga a millionaire, right? He can't rap or rhyme, he can't dance or sing But every morning we get up, n***a, and do our thing Fleet farms, you in our way? Reroute Shoot you in your leg then chill with you 'til you bleed out Pu**y n***as keep out, you know just what we 'bout Papi on one line, the other phone Steve Stoute Nothin' but exotic up inside the weed house AKA the treehouse, you need help? Then reach out N***a we hear Hold on Look Look in my eyes, you lookin' at pain Lookin' insane, things around, they lookin' the same I used to be in the spot with fiends who lookin' for veins It was goin' downhill, get downhill, that sound ill Block was lookin' around spill, you would've thought we all from Brownsville Up the hill for water, sorta like Jack when he found Jill Eight digit n***a, could meet me uptown for pound still How I move? You have to hate it, look at his face, he aggravated Look at they man, they agitated, n***as don't want it, tag ya favorite N***a, they signin' affidavits Still movin' work but from my ocean view, I navigate it You grew up Kenan Kel, well, me Larry Davis Shorty said you like Boyz N The Hood slash The Matrix Ooh, she so cool, she so smart But I'm more like Mozart meets Ozark Started when I was three, we used to throw darts off the go cart That led to drive-bys, that homicide, I want that old chuck Oh lord, yo Flex, I'm from some muddy sh*t I'm talkin' Big L, Max B, Huddy 6 Alimoe, Shammgod, Herb McGruff to name a few Nah I ain't the same as you and no I can't hang with you homie Man I'm sick of you, y'all n***as too, y'all jiggaboos Flex, you came to my block, tell me, was that sh*t a zoo? I ain't have that thing or two? I save n***as like Argo With this hard flow and y'all know, remember me at your car show Like, "Cam, what you doin' here?" I'm like, "We playin' truth or dare?" Sellin' Ps in the parking lot in my newest gear No water, souvenir, this rap here is a souvenir This index is not for Windex but I make it super clear, n***a Yeah we good, we good, we good
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