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letra de who i am - cam james

yeah, yeah, yeah… the concept
yeah, they askin’ who i am….

[verse 1: the concept]
ok
this one’s for my foes, tryna keep me from my goals
i’mma spit this heat on beats and give y’all windows to my soul
cause it ain’t no way you’ll break it, cause i breathe in through my nose
and then i blow, all these sucka rappers hope that i exercise some self control
i’m that concrete wit no rose ha, shoutout to 2pac
been through things that you can’t imagine, now i’m blockin’ what you shot
and i’m takin’ the best you got, i work behind the scenes wit
that ivy league flow, hustled until i made the dean’s list
wit h-lla setbacks and problems, out in public i hide ’em
then overcame, i can’t wait to tell my family i got ’em
i got a head full of ideas, so i grab my pen and i write ’em
cause my obstacles is taller than bynum, and that just made me

[hook]
that dude…
they askin’ bout, one day soon i’m cashin’ out
got over my past and now, got yo girlfriend p-ssin’ out

that dude…
man i’m blowin’ up, mainly cause my flow is tough
gon’ and ask your friends, man they know what’s up

i am that dude (uh!)
i am that dude (yeah!)
i am that dude (who am i? who am i?)
the concept hol’ up (2x)

[verse 2: the concept]
now this life ain’t been too easy, but i must admit that i’m blessed
cause i drop this weight on beats, whenever i need that off my chest
and i always spoke my mind, man i feel like kanye west
rhymes is gorgeous, 24 horses behind my lines that’s why i flex
i get the best outta my stress, shouts to mmg, but i don’t want no maybach
man i’m chillin’, i rock my j’s, and my shirt is a layflat
let me live, i just wanna tell my story, i threw stacks
tryna get this far, shouts to the fans that got my back
y’all relax, i got that p-ssion for decades
thousand pounds what my debt weighs, so
i’m grindin’ til i’m shinin’ cause i found somethin’ that pays
i, split that d like wade, ha, dunkin’ over them lames
so these jokers see that i ain’t playin’ no games, that’s what makes me

[hook]

[verse 3: the concept]
planes is in my future, them storms is in my past
grindin’ until i make it, and i hope that pain don’t last
i put my heart in music, spit crack it come in grams
my fans call me the concept, and my family call me cam
cause they made me who i am

yeah
they made me who i am….
broken records… 2

you know i came to paint that picture (yeah i came to ill-strate) (3x)
you know i came to ill-strate, you know i came to ill-strate, gone

- cam james

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