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letra de financial times - cam thomas

[verse 1]
old hearted, mortgage books at 15
like i had nephews they called me uncle at 16
i just recognised if i wanted the life i visualised
then i would have to try to epitomise
covering the financial times
i’m wearing suits but i got different ties
criminality i don’t ostracise
the past has passed so we just live our lives without much intent
for your sins i repent
and i’m venting cause i don’t agree with the actions of my peers
been time from them younger yеars
thank god ain’t no guns and tears
let’s go back to the days took advantagе when mums ain’t here
innocence in effect, the innocent i protect
and that’s word to the moves that they engineering right now
you see the rules are in place and i’m all for tearing ’em down
but there’s a limit to my morals and your wearing ’em down
you fly the colours but we black and white
knew it was dangerous if i rapped tonight
i might say some sh-t i regret, like f-ck you and your patek
someone that bought it on some legal sh-t no i’ve never met
or that i never will label myself broke but living better still
if this a ride then it’s the ferris wheel
we go round and round i show you the sights i’m portraying through my lyrics
number 5 on the jersey but this ain’t no f-cking scrimmage
if the shoe fit, go head and take it i see the lane open
music the vending machine, i am this games token
don’t tell me that i rap too much
your lack of rap got you emaciated
you should try reflect my life as though my face was plated
don’t need a pill to stay closed from the truth this ain’t the matrix
icons only no dean and dan catenacci
vs life on the keys so we might call him liberace
dreams to headline arenas my nickname is not hibachi
viv westwood on my wrist but i buss it like it’s versace
do numbers like fibonacci it’s 5
we talking rap i’m the guiltiest of them all
reap what i sow come the spring cause i’m planting seeds through the fall
these rappers promo a virus i cannot uninstall
who wants to be a millionaire but ain’t no friends that you can call yeah, creating problems you’d think that we racketeering
these favours with strings attached you would think that they puppeteering
your music makes me wonder the sound of you i‘m not hearing
an echo or a remnant of the moves i’m pioneering oh yes
calculated movements in my amg
navigate my route so audaciously
employing no recruits ain’t no agency
might send them your way where there’s vacancies
don’t uphold my values like freemasonry
i hear the rumours and gossiping put that sh-t to rest
all i’m praying for is peace like i am ron artest
you n-ggas don’t even qualify let alone contest
hunger for cash intravenous so may your heart invest

- cam thomas

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