Tha Cam - Flow

(It's Tha Cam nigga)
(Real 302 shit real smooth shit My nigga)
(Yeah)

You either fake or you real
My word is bond its set in stone Aint no breaking the seal
All that mugging don't mean shit Nigga say how you feel
This for my niggas who still Trappin and playing the feild

I been on my bully I can not do No more favors
They forcing my hand I gotta Carry like I'm Vador
Grindin like a skater
No love for a hater if you really Wanna step to me
Then bitch Come meet ya maker

Chillin Smokin with this Chocolate bitch yea she a flavor
Told her once I'm on I swear to God we in Jamaica
And she don't get it twisted she Know
I ain't trynna save her Cause she know
that she can Never come between me and my Paper

(Never ever)
She was timid when we met I Turned that bitch to a shaker

Big gas

Roll my leaf with the paper
Trynna calculate my moves Formulating a plot
Take that big body bens spin it Right off the lot
Cop a mansion for my momma Here the keys to the spot
Niggas swear that they the realest But we know that you not
Crazy how they talking shit and They know that I'm hot
I'm used to hittin licks bitch I can Get me the drop

Its Tha Cam nigga
(Tha Cam)

Drugs I be mixing
Tell the truth I love the wok but Damn I hate the addiction
I'm a stubborn ass nigga so it Ain't no convincing man
I got Used to my depression what you Know bout affliction

Never show ya hand keep 'em at a Prediction
Lookin at you when you talking I Can see that's it's fiction

God was in my life but I knew Somethin was missin
And I was Raised up in that church but shit I lost the religion

Family call me crazy cause I Dropped out of college shit
I was Skippin anyway I wasn't getting No knowledge

Love my grandparents cause they Kept me in sports
Got sick of seeing momma Struggle so I jumped off the Porch

(Nigga)
(Fuck it)

Like where the gold
Just talked to the Devil he want Me to sell my soul

Told me I'm a star and how I Should be on the road
But see if I hit the road I ain't Never coming home

Just wanna be alone
Don't blow up my phone bitch I Been hustling all day bitch
I done Got up in my zone
I'm Comin for the thrown

Was young now I'm grown
And bitch you ain't gone fear the Reaper till you
Weeping what you sown

(Yeah)
You either fake or you real

My word is bond its set in stone Aint no breaking the seal
All that mugging don't mean shit Nigga say how you feel
This for my niggas still trapping And playing the feild

Yeah
Woah

You either fake or you real
My word is bond its set in stone Aint no breaking the seal
All that mugging don't mean shit Nigga say how you feel
This for my niggas still trapping And playing the feild
(Cam)

Written by:
Cameron Saunders

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