Cam the Artisan - Celly (feat. Ahjee Parker)

Ni**as Tryna hit me on my CELLY Now
I been working I care less bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick Disclaimer
I don't pick up no more
When these folk hit my phone
Ni**as Tryna hit me on my CELLY Now
I been working I care less bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick Disclaimer
I don't pick up no more
When these folk hit my phone

I mean I'm far from famous, but I'm not far from nameless
If you just now up on me then I can't really blame you
I kept it real When ni**as ain't deserve a simple Favor
And Now I'm moving through the city
Ni**as want my name but
No no
I see ni**as In my mentions
Call em on they bluff & now they wanna get defensive
Ni**as sun shady they just tryna guard the vision
Too consistent
My POV on y'all is different
And I don't trust none of you ni**as they be tryna see my moves before I make em
Man these Corny ni**as from the Cobb
Want my advice but now they really faking
I remember ni**as use to clown me back in High school
Cause I wanna rap. Same ni**as got my hotline blinging asking me to hop on a track.
And im not with it
And im non timid
So just know that I block digits
If you talking that non business
When these frauds Listen
They get mad & they start dissing
And just know when you call
Most y'all on Silent or Vibrate
I mean I'm numb to the sh*t all day
And they hit my line
Like bro is you fine lately you have been MIA
Please don't hit a ni**a phone now phone now
Leave a message at the tone now tone now
I'm working
So don't hit my line now
They really tryna waste my time now
Now they tryna f*ck with ya boy like it's pedophilia
Thought these women would never feel me
I had 99 but now my problems is 7 million
Ni**as leaching for recognition
And I don't condone it
Can't control it
Just give up
Hands up when you listen
Don't hit my line my ni**a
Don't hit me I won't pick up

Ni**as Tryna hit me on my CELLY Now
I been working I care less bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick Disclaimer
I don't pick up no more
When these folk hit my phone
Ni**as Tryna hit me on my CELLY Now
I been working I care less bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick Disclaimer
I don't pick up no more
When these folk hit my phone

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My phone ringin eight times
In Hell, Heavens gates won't open up to take mine
We yellin f*ck 12 , all my ni**as hate swine
Swiftly I been on my hustle talkin nipsey
From the coast where LAPD be in every city
When I Was coming up no one was tryna come up with me
Told Cam "Got Damn!" All these ni**as act like b*tches
Reminder Where The Hell These Record Labels
Find You Your album flopped and now you going back to fine dining
Fine China Asian Women just a reminder
Sri Lanka My New Girl lookin like Rihanna
That mean she is diamond
Ni**as wonder where i been
I been to busy grinding
I leave the past behind me
Blood on the leaves and yellow tape around the crime scene
Blowin Up my phone, and leave a message at the beep

Ni**as Tryna hit me on my CELLY Now
I been working I care less bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick Disclaimer
I don't pick up no more
When these folk hit my phone
Ni**as Tryna hit me on my CELLY Now
I been working I care less bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick Disclaimer
I don't pick up no more
When these folk hit my phone

Written by:
Ahjee Parker, Cameron Bacon

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