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feds - fg cam lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, they talk about me i’m the sh*t (nah forreal)
they be like how he flood out his wrist (splash)
they be like why he f*ck on my b*tch (i don’t know)
i don’t know but you might as well quit
call it quits on that sh*t you call rapping (thank you)
n*ggas capping so much they be acting (y’all some cappers)
copped one belt and you thought it was fashion (lame)
uh huh, and you n*ggas know i’m the truth (been saying that)
two am me and josh in the booth, cooking up but you already knew that (facts)
shorty said i was tough i’m like true that (facts)
n*gga calling me he want his boo back (nah)
bro i’m sorry yo girl on the crew sack, run it up like i’m on the track (vroom)

i’m on different type of timing, you chasing all these b*tches while i’m hustling and grinding (grinding)
i’m tryna make it out cuz if i don’t they might catch me slipping (whoa)
staying in my lane and doing me but these n*ggas be tripping (d*mn)
but that’s life i can’t complain (true)
got a heater for they brain (bow)
imma keep it tucked but if they try me i might go insane (no cap)
poppin’ at you and ya patna (patna)
you gone have to see a doctor (doctor)
wasn’t as i planned it, need a lawyer finna call up proctor
f*ck you n*ggas thought it was, never been the type to fold (never)
grew up in the city where eight months of the year it was cold (brrr)
that sh*t turned me to a monster, scratch that matter fact a goblin (grrr)
in here with my n*ggas going crazy, yeah you know we mobbin’ (gang)
and you know i’m f*cking shining (bling)
twenty*two its perfect timing (lets go)
always was a rough lil boy, until i turned into a diamond (facts)
yeah i get it popping now, tryna make it regular
all these d*mn b*tches tryna get up in my cellular (stop calling me)
i’m just tryna..
[verse 2]
i’m just tryna do this sh*t forreal (forreal)
do this sh*t for the city that made me ill (shoutout cleveland)
cleveland 216 i said it yeah you’ll hear it again (b*tch)
if you visit bring a vest if you’ve never been (telling you)
thats for safety precautions i try to keep the peace (i do)
but it get hot in the kitchen, them bullets pop like grease (bow bow bow)
got j on the beat, he always keeping the heat (that fire)
two young n*ggas working, its only right that we eat
its only right that we feast, we at the table with the grown men
you over there with the geeks (lame)
yeah, n*ggas sweet l!cks (sweet)
riding round the city tryna take fl!cks, can’t play like that
sh*t’ll getcha clique hit
bullets through ya mink*ah, that’ll be a pick six (hahaha)
can’t hang around these n*ggas its like oil and some water, sh*t just don’t mix (nope)
pull out bands around a b*tch her true colors show (shaking my head)
ain’t gone go hand and hand with em, gotta show me more
i really got my pick i could go eeny, miny, moe (come here)
i’m gone go with the natural chick she rock the fro (yeah)
man this sh*t is easy, throw me up on tv
swear these n*ggas couldn’t beat me with my vision gone, i’m stevie
told her honey, i could give it to her long she ain’t believe me
pulled a rabbit out a hat, now she calling me houdini (magic)

- fg cam lyrics

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