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camtana - the art of storytellin' pt. 4 (freestyle) lyrics

[intro: camtana]
yeah 072 sh+t
yeah

[verse 1: camtana]
these n+ggas tripping, like a prostitute out
of pocket or a quarterback, scrambling for a chance
to launch it i know they say, you gotta know ya competition’s
logic no competitive, opposition for me
to watch em i’m looking for, the sockets i’m a plug
just getting to the bag by, pushing audio and drugs
ya empty threats, don’t affect me i get
respected like that bullet, up top ready to be
ejected i should be, elected hydroplaning
the coupe 60 in a, few seconds i have to drive
it precious it’s precarious, you should be aware
of us all in your area, with them pistols your neighbors scared
of us told you not to play, with great danes you haters terriers
try to stop the shine, all you want i’m breaking barriers
money flowing, like rivers these n+ggas building
levees ya see i tell, em like kevin hart they wasn’t
ready especially, the ones who had the nerve to disrespect
me now i’m all over, the bread like strawberry
jelly i’m heavy, these ducks featherweight my hitters
send ya up to heaven’s gates, while i meditate put
him in a better place cause, he wouldn’t prosper with that mentality
four five, with no holster just to defend
salary obese hallow, points snap ya like a piece
of celery never mind, what you’re telling me gotta get
it for my kids i got family, doing bids so if you
don’t want your wig split then stay, up out my biz don’t need
to do no trapping on the block, just to make it hot cause
we got quantities of pot, that resemble a jamaican spot
[chorus: camtana]
i want everyone to know it’s my turn and all my n+ggas gone eat, yeah

play with fire get burned, 504 degrees yeah

and i’m screaming free my n+ggas til all my n+ggas get freed, yeah

and i got more than a few people depending on me

so i’m about to k!ll em (i’m about to k!ll em)

i’m about to drill em (i’m about to drill em)

and can’t n0body heal em cause i ain’t ever feel em

so f+ck it imma get em, so f+ck it imma get em yeah

[verse 2: keece_rawtunes]
lyrical savage that suffer with the spiritual habits

drug addiction got me reaching a critical fragment

physically weak with a mental strong, a pull from a magnet

leave you with maggots cause the mag, he’ll turn you to manwich
internal damage, massive rot cause i spit out the cannon

call me ganon how i throw bullets and make death your companion

make em vanish, young merlin cause magic i mastered

the kitchen master whip a four, yeah the wrist is fantastic

heat up the surface, flow hotter than chicken from church’s

my gold flawless regardless, k!lling you silver surfers

contemplate, metal plate ya face b+tch it’s not a virtue

cause when you beefing, using defense sometimes could hurt you

squash your tomato when nina pop, make a hot potato

fatal, cuz abled the defibrillator with jumper cables

magnificent miraculous, extravagant establishment

conquer the crowd perfect, yeah that’s right no accidents

elegance my elegance immaculate, ego high
as a talon from an eagle, swagger flyer than pilot people

i don’t indulge in drama, but k!ll for the commas

sawed+off pop, send you to the afterlife like i copped it from futurama

pumped a madonna, a scholar for slinging powder

weed sales ain’t sh+t, but i’m a hustler so i push the flowers

engaged to that money, make it rain bridal shower

faithful to that cream mob, to me p+ssy has no power

sick and tired of weak n+ggas claiming that you street n+gga

you ain’t a real g if that v+g+n+ got you beat n+gga

over efficient and competition, mc mortician

lyrically pitching how i jot the crack in the composition

style vicious, get that attention off pretty women

she sadiddy bet i f+ck and forget her, that’s how i’m living

she give that yeah up every night, you barely hit it

how you live with that i just couldn’t see it like blind vision

hypertension caused in cyphers give em dehydration

rappers failed hit em hard with that heat lebron phrase ya n+gga

[bridge: keece_rawtunes]
easy man, it’s keece man
you know what the f+ck it is man, sheah

[chrous]

- camtana lyrics

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