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eklavya kaushal - cam thomas (freestyle) lyrics

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[part i]

been a lotta things, nevеr basic though

there’s always gotta be someone hating though
“already jaded yo” “so i might just make it, bro”

and if you don’t know what i mean

got brooklyn boomin’
i’m cam thomas with them 3s
celebrating li’l battles
but the war is in the breeze
and i know that how it seems
could make a p+ssy ass b+tch scream
but i really can’t help it
if you f+ckin’ with my peace
and y’all ain’t even in my league
so don’t talk about no streets
that was home for me in teens
so i don’t really need a re+ason

so, don’t even
try reachin’
you might just fall
and get caught by some demons

hope it stings, b+tch
like your flings hit
like why they thinkin’ ‘bout me more than the
side+hoe they cheating with?

and if i wanna, i’ll rap
or i’ll sing, b+tch

falsetto callin’
don’t get in the ring, b+tch

exiling “dumbs” from my empire
ain’t no “king+dom” with ‘em liars
now i’m alone and i just see the “king” b+tch
(nah sh+t, like,)
(i f+ck with melody too much)
(i might just sample it)
(and turn into some r&b sh+t)
(by the+by the time this song ends, for real)
(i promise)

[part 2]

(real trap sh+t b+tch)

all they do is shoot some bricks
all y’all do is shoot some bricks
all y’all can’t cook for sh+t
(y’all ain’t getting sh+t shot,)
you just shoot some bricks

standin’ on business
standin’ on business
they sittin’ down, sit this one out
we standin’ bidiness
standing on bidiness
standing on bitterness
they sitting down, sit this one out
b+tch, i’m standing on bitterness
(this ain’t a dream)
(this a reality, b+tch)
(can thomas)
(mamba mentality, b+tch)
(let me serve you some’)
(hospitality, b+tch)
(f+ck them intros)
(what’s all this formality b+tch?

stop this rapper+talk
it’s 3am, my guys
sleep, don’t y’all got work at like 9?
f+ck yo’ after work gym routines
i’m too mentally insane to lose in a tie

you ain’t influencing nothin’ online
except maybe influencing people to die
swear to god, when they see yo’ fit check on reels
makes everybody wanna stab they own eyes

and if you usin my mother’s name to throw a shade
i’mma let her know that y’all be visiting her outside the gate
tell her what you wanna say to her then
in the mean time ima hit the kitchen
cook y’all what h+ll below finna be like to taste

(go, ask)
permission from alex before you talk to me
had to hit up harsh+t, to ask who the next one to freeze?
cold qualification, i got like two f+cking degrees
g, lemme know if i missed some’
we finna catch it next week

(ay, couldn’t give a single f+ck)
all they do is shoot some bricks
(couldn’t give a single f+ck)
all y’all do is shoot some bricks
(couldn’t give a f+ck)
all y’all can’t cook for sh+t
(y’all ain’t getting sh+t shot)
(you just shoot some bricks)

(and i’ll catch y’all next friday)
(nah f+ck this)
(let’s go back to some r&b+)

[part iii]

(oh, oh,)
(oh, oh,)
(oh, oh,)
(oh, oh,)

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