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cameron airborne - chosen one lyrics

(verse 1)

i ain’t have sh-t in my pockets. thinkin’ how the f-ck im gone stop it. i ain’t really got no options, sell that work or go start robbin’
9th grade b-tch i dropped out now everybody in college. now i pull up when they see me, b-tch everybody pay homage. cuz i came up like i promised. yeah i told that sh-t to my mama. she told me the more that you got in your pockets the more you start seeing that drama. so now i don’t f-ck with n-body b-tch i’m out here just chasing these commas. and i swear to god imma’ get it, ill get it, be countin’ these bands rollin’ up marijuana. and thats real homie you know it. havin’ doubts but i stay focused. they say your bout to blow but they don’t understand all the time that i devoted. and we can go head to head but im telling you that ill k!ll any opponent. im so ahead of the game i have to reminisce just so that i can live in the moment. smoke an oz of that og while i count the money we blowin. see me hit the gas in that challenger b-tch i drive that sh-t like its stolen. high as f-ck, b-tch im bending corners i don’t even know where im going. where i lay my head
thats where i call my home, b-tch i’m a stone that just keeps rollin

(hook)
ain’t got no time for a hater. 24/7 on the grind for the paper. keep that money on my mind im on the rise like elevators. used to never had a dime so every night im celebrating
oh, they just wanna see me fall. they don’t wanna see me ball oh no,no,no. so everyday im goin hard, cuz you only get one shot and i can’t let that go

(verse 2)
yeah, thinkin’ how the f-ck im gone get rich. when i was 16 b-tch i hit the stage went and grabbed the mic and then i start to spit. people lookin like what the f-ck, god d-mn would you look at this. wasn’t old enough to get in the club but these people watchin me k!llin it
and thats when i knew, that this is exactly what i wanna do. get my piece of the pie thats what im gonna do. then ill go cash a check, f-ck around by a coupe
came out the blue but i ain’t gang bangin’, hoppin out big chain hangin. real ones with me no lames hangin
yeah, im just tryna get mine. while im riding round screamin f-ck the world, put my middle finger to the sky. so i kick back and i roll one up, put my music on and just vibe, and i think about all that money thats runin through my mind

(verse 3)
k!ll sh-t when i hop on the beat. my flow hard make you lose your teeth. b-tch every time i speak, yeah you know i preach, so you know i keep, comin with that heat, and if you come at me, thats when you f-cked up. these people always be talkin that sh-t but then when they see me they never come run up. talking like they gonna go pull that gun off
uh, i just brush em off. i don’t pay no mind. i was told that its pointless to argue with someone that never made you a dime. if you think that im going to fail well that is okay because there is no doubt in my mind. no doubt in my mind, b-tch i’m working like im bouta run outa time. its the beat in my heart that just keeps me alive, and without it i don’t think that i could survive
yeah, i just rap to the beat of my chest and i will not stop till i run outa breath this is all that i got b-tch there ain’t nothin left

- cameron airborne lyrics

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