That's what they doin', Cam'ron
They actin' like these singers, man
"I ain't— I ain't goin' to the studio 'till I got a situation
A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer
Who— Who gon' be on the hook?" Man, what is you doin'?
Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo!
Brand-new Beretta, can't wait to let it go
Walk up in my label like, "Where the check, though?"
Yeah, I said it
Wouldn't dap you with the left, ho, shut the fuck up
Text from a centerfold, I ain't reply, let her know I read it though
Voicemail say she ready though (Yeah)
Niggas know I'm credible, ain't no pussy on a pedestal
Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal
Doin' ninety on the bridge, like, "Nigga, you already know"
And if you don't know, then now you know, now you know
Switchin up the angles
Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel
Four, five chains, man, the gold gettin' tangled
My nigga Biz said, "The first mill' gon' change you"
Change for the better, hit it, then dead her
That's my vendetta, keep this shit together (Move yuh rassclaat)
Goddamn, we ain't even gotta scam
Cocaine coupe, we ain't even got a scale
Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked
Ain't a damn thing changed, you can still get the work, ayy
Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you
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Yeah
I remember I had went to Louis V with Haf'
Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass
I never, ever thought I'd see that in my life
Now I'm in the East 'cause them boys are gettin' right, man
I was on TV, makin' fifty racks a year
After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on
And they did put me on, yeah
They did put me on
Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phone
Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phone, man
Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones
Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phones
But I just couldn't do it, had to leave that shit alone, man
Hear what?
Yo hear what, take time
(Ha, ha, ha) Ahh, no shit
Yo hear what?
Wha gwan, fry skull
Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van
You know Drizzy
Blowin' up
Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up
My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah
Blowin' up
Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up
My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy
I do better with the rider in my system
Ooh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen
I listen unless I been mixin', you know when I'm mixin'
You know when I'm mixin'
I smoke when I drink, it's tradition
Like Zoe mama, I go hippy
Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon, I'm mixin'
I am not Esco, but it was written
I knew when they didn't
I been had these visions of the life I'm livin' since I was Jimmy
All I had to do was just go and get it
And now we blowin' up
Blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up, yeah
My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy