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Cam'ron

This Is My City (Federal Reserve Version)

 

This Is My City (Federal Reserve Version)

(アルバム: U Wasn't There - 2022)


Uh
Whoever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?
101 West, you should've seen my building
139 Park, started off as children
Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him
A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him
That's what I heard, please don't get in ya feelings
When the time's right I will tell you about these villains
And everybody dead, so it ain't about squealing
Weapons we conceal 'em, need be, reveal 'em
Fly, nah, fly traps was hanging from the ceiling
Milk and Giz was chilling, me and Biz was illing
Love my hood but to make it out, woo, what a feeling
I couldn't sleep at night, in my bed I would keep a knife
Until I got a gun, where I'm from, they ain't believe in life
Cops come reading rights, but we ain't the reading type
You don't need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes
Goddamn, you got to feel me, brother
Where I'm from, best friends they kill each other
No slouch or homicides to vouch ya
How I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya?
Reggie White took me on my first stick up
Five years old, can't front I caught the hiccups
Told me, "Calm down," then proceed to click up
Thought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up
8th Ave, dipped up, in my waist, the grip tucked
Told me keep my lips shut, I ever get picked up
Before that, man, you'll find me with my wrist cut
Just wanted to chill, now in this shit, I'm mixed up (Mixed up)
You know Max B, I call him Charlie Rambo
We lived in the same building, you would call a bando
Outside more gunshots than Commando
That's why I had to treat myself to Porsches, Lambos (Lambos)
Pardon, I get emotional
It's all real, none of it is promotional
Just wanted to play basketball and have an ocean view
But when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do?
Fast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex
Son just born, formula by the Pyrex
Liquidated money, the drugs from them big checks
Been solidified way before Dipset (Dipset)
No disrespect to the brotherhood
Them my brothers, but, brother, I'm from another hood
Where it ain't fair, like Blair, they leave you underwood
Old money go missing, shots where ya mother stood

Let's get that understood
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Just listen

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