CamDa9ine - Rack City Freestyle Lyrics

Why the hell the public stressin' me
You ain't gettin' money, how the f*ck are you impressin' me
Stupid-ass nigga, he get hit up, turn a ragdoll
Niggas out here trickin' for some bitches, what a scandal

I'm so paranoid, got me clutchin' on the handle
It's the nigga's birthday, Smith blowin' out his candle
Try and play with me, is suicidal, watch his body drop
Seven-six-two, split his wig, got karate chopped

Blue-collar dollar's what I want, where the money at
Robbin' me, stupid-ass nigga doin' dumbly acts
I ain't even playin' with you niggas, why you step to me
Claimin' that you niggas bout to slide, but y'all dead to me

How the f*ck the bullies out here snitchin' y'all the deputy
AK-47 blow their house down, now they refugees
But I'm Cam The Nine, don't be shy, that shit kept with me
Please stay the f*ck away if you out confessin' geez

You ain't gettin' bread, so how the f*ck you niggas helpin' me
Old niggas mad from the fact that I could rap on beat
Think you really know me, you ain't met the other half of me
See them rounds flyin', niggas dyin', such a tragedy

Who you really think out here causin' these catastrophes
I be gettin' money, bar breachin', I'm a pastor, please
All these damn lies on my name, y'all are so deceived
Stay behind the screen, talkin' shit, you a whole machine

What you tryin' to say about me, Cam
You know what I mean, grown niggas out touchin' kids barely 17
Y'all some pedophiles, that is somethin' I could never be
Sayin' y'all gon' kill me, why the f*ck you niggas testin' me

But I'm still alive, gotta thank God he be blessin' me
He be sendin' angels for my demons, he protectin' me
You are not a boss, why the f*ck are you directin' me
I'm not rappin' lies, so why the f*ck you ain't respectin' me

Some days I be feelin' like my words gon' be the death of me
Try to run up on me, we gon' leave you as a memory
Sayin' that we cool behind the scenes, you my enemy
This a dark beat, f*ck the happy beats and melodies

Rifle blew his mind, had to do him like he Kennedy
Only bless the bottle, time to pour up all the Hennessy
All these broke niggas talkin' to me, shit depresses me
Lame niggas f*ckin' with a goer, call her Bethany

Got a big gauge on my side, call her Stephanie
Only uppin poles on the niggas who be threatenin
We are not the same, pass the pen, I'm chiefin heavily
I'm the bar preacher, everything I say is heavenly

Smokin' all this green to calm my nerves, it's my remedy
I ain't f*ckin' dyin unless I'm leavin' down a legacy
Hate the nigga Judas, had to end the nigga terribly
I ain't stealin' money if you give us voluntarily

PTSD got me nervous, I need therapy
I'm here for the money, I'm not here for popularity
Niggas think it's sweet, think again, this ain't Sara Lee
Bitch niggas hidin' when they see me, I'm so scarily

Damn, I don't even know why I'm lettin' off all these shots, man
All these shots at the motherf*ckin' club, man
Damn, man
That's how my gun sound

That's how my gun sound