Top Songs By Cam Thomas
Lyrics
I hit the club and look around man
And all I see is inflated egos so what's the deal yo
I don't fit in with all these fake heroes
You see death comes in trios
It's me myself and I and we the three amigos
What does that make me
Three-headed beast roaming the streets
From the south-east size up my rivals like they a feast
Ima sumo so if ima compete, I gotta eat
See my diet plan there's heaps up on my plate like I'm Ell Gibson
And I direct my own sequels like I'm Mel Gibson
System unorthodox can't be decoded
They tryna shape me but they'll never mould this
My raps ageing like some antiques
That's including the ones that ain't the oldest
Three steps ahead, see my latest tape out
Won't ever fade out, it's played out in my head like it's VCR
Rappers need CPR they flatlining
There's only so many times that you can chalk that up to bad timing
My wheels turning I'm still learning
Every advance that I make, it's my reputation at stake
Ask me what defines a great it's more speculation than hate
I don't get pee'd off cause it's what I feed off
They gon love you at the best of times
And then compare you to the next in line
They gon hate you for evolving
They don't know the cards you're holding
They'll question if you'll ever stand the test of time
And even then I'm less focused on who's impressed with mine
Approach verses like a nurse or practitioner
Bump Makaveli but way more Christopher
Little bit of Cole, maybe some 50, sprinkle some Nas
Fire emojis when they comment like that nigga just spazzed
I never get gassed, never off no word or a compliment
I mean they mean a lot and I do read a lot
But I've barely started sketching the outline of
What this picture could be
You niggas pussy these are just the tales of a former rookie
Writer(s): Cameron Thomas
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