K Camp - Writing on the wall

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K Camp - Writing on the wall

K Camp

Writing on the wall

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Look
Used to feel like an outcast, 'til I met hundred three stacks
I put the North on my back
Mom got a wall full of plaques, I know she smiling at that
I know you smiling down too, RIP Jeff 'til I'm through
RIP all of my niggas, I'm tryna balance my life
Running through all of these bitches, which one gon' end up my wife?
Which one gon' pull out that knife, when she see my call log?
But I deny 'til I die, you know I'm a dog, oh
Bitch, I'm like fuck all y'all
As long as my family straight
Zante acting up but I just pray that nigga concentrate
Pray that nigga find his way, I know what you goin' through
I feel what you feel but aye [?], you gotta stay strong, fool
I won't let 'em harm you, I been through that storm too
Trapped inside that darkness, once I prayed that light just shined through
Keep the past behind you, worry about the now
Had to let you know 'cause mom dukes worried about you now
Me and my dad, we still ain't talking and that shit just blow my mind (Mind)
I guess the price of fame will change your family, every time
I'm like, man who can I trust 'cause shit done changed up when I signed (Changed)
Or maybe it's just me, I left that bullshit behind
I been focused on that money, I been focused on that paper
New crib in L.A and that bitch came with elevators (Yeah)
Don't know why I'm stressing, I know I'm in God's favor (Preach)
But always keep that strap and watch out for them perpetrators

[Chorus]
Told y'all I came to ball, yay
Waiting for my call, yay
When you come from nothing it's a must you want it all, yay
They want me to fall, yay
But I'm standing tall, yay
Ex's keep on calling, I ignore them bitches all day

[Verse 2]
Ignore them bitches all day, ain't got time to backtrack
I came from a place where students keep that in they backpack
Watch out for them rat traps, watch out for them dirty hoes
Fuckin' for a come up, even sneaking through your dirty clothes
I know I'm the chosen one, I know that I'm God's gift
I know when I walk inside in a building, y'all gon' catch my drift
I done lost relationships with niggas I thought was real
Money bring you problems, now I really know how big it feel
Oops my bad, how big it felt'
Ah man, I can't help myself
I just walked in Fifth's and grabbed a bag, and a Gucci belt
Nigga I deserve this shit, man I had to curve that bitch
Ain't talking 'bout shit, you just getting on my nerves and shit
Speak it in existence, I been on that for a while
I pray I get along with the mother of my child
Whenever that they come, I promise we'll be straight
Mansions off this intro, you know Young K way too great
Look, I ain't need no cosign, I built my own shit
Made my own name and I brought my own clique
Lil' niggas too lame and they jump from dick to dick
Need a hundred mil' and your blessings, and that's it

[Outro]

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