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letra de i'm not a rapper - cam james

this track is for martin thomas, the n-gga who said
i couldn’t rhyme back in sixth grade… hatin’ on me cause the girls liked it
yeah i hold grudges b-tch

uh
ridin’ around my city wit, a straight face and no sentiments
for them f-ck boys that got problems, it’s back to the batman robin sh-t
y’all gotta miss, my main goal, when i drop jewels like bang bros
blank slate and my paint goes, but i’m not an artist, no kangols
or backpacks, i graduated, back at home and i kinda hate it
part-time is my 9 to 5, and my full-time is tryna find greatness
fly ain’t it, somebody told me once that i’d be famous soon
i still stay humble though, but my gun c-cked and i aim at fools
i don’t be carryin’ straps, but back when i was beginnin’ to rap
thought i was spittin’ the venomous clips, it turns out
all my venom was tapped
all of my women was bringin’ it back, guess they saw some sh-t that i can’t
i had hard times that made hard rhymes, and it still ain’t sh-t in my bank, aaah
but it’s all good, if i could rap i bet y’all would, come
to see a n-gga from miles out, skinny jeans that styles out
off topic, but i had to say it, can’t really get behind the g-yness
no pun intended, how-how long is this beat? i got about 10 fingers
’til meltdown, my team is myself now, the way it’s always been
self-dependent, but i realized i can’t stay solo, need help to win
since i can’t rap, gotta link up wit’ n-ggas who caaan, right?
tryna be kobe aaand mike, to put that d-ck in vaaan dyk-s (groupies)

meanwhile, my tires spinnin’ i’m ridin’ the 408
a few months back, a n-gga was walkin’ up, these same streets and i hated it
i made it b-tch, payin’ my bills and all of that grown up sh-t
these rappers actors, life is a movie, i’m the lead role to yo grip
and my life, like 8 mile lately, earnin’ recognition my way
by any means, like malcolm x and ali, no bumaye
and all i expect you to say, job well done, and really good work
every instrumental i get, i gotta put rest in peace on my shirt (d-mn)
don’t facebook, don’t tweet sh-t, don’t look at my instagram ho
cause i don’t really need no new friends, i started off on that ground floor
braggin’ about yo pound of dro, i hope that it got you high
while yo self esteem get g-ssed up, i’m kickin’ it in dubai chillin’
don’t fight that feelin’, lookin’ down from all these buildings
never saw myself in this position back when i was k!llin’
n-ggas on blacktops, like crack rock, and i put that on my letters (b-tch)
already told y’all hatin’ hoes, i can’t rap, so do better (what else y’all got?)

…martin

- cam james

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