Cam James - "Cold Genius" (Produced by Salva and Nick Hook)

Cam James - "Cold Genius" (a.k.a. Old English)

Produced By Salva and Nick Hook

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Lyrics:

Remix of Young Thug - "Old English" (ft. Freddie Gibbs & ASAP Ferg)

[Verse 1] 

Yeah 

in case you ain't noticed, my name got a lil' bit bigger 

feel like I'm flyin', no lotus 

more critics, pressure, money I feel like I am the POTUS 

conducted surveillance on my role models secrets decoded uhh 

yo momma bought both of my records (nice) 

imma take that throne if it go unprotected 

trust me, been around the world and roughly 

half of my wreckless actions matchin' the racks 

I get snatched out my jacket word up to Sallie, 

Mae I politely tell yoouuu to suck all the dicks 

it had me, down moments from pullin' triggers to call it quits 

wit phony rounds, love women, chicken biscuits and linen 

too much to go out like Kurt, can't bring my people no hurt nahh 

3 stacks in the bank, synthesizers and stealin' wheels 

jungles humblin' stomach rumble, hustle been feelin' real 

the millis will, fill an Escalade wit' some xanies 

and pop one for every time they give Igloo a fuckin' grammy 

my skills ain't no second hand me down 

they done shot my brothers in cold blood we like Bambi now 

probably don't understand me now 

got up on the playlists of these perpetually stannin' clowns 

killin' shit, drop a drumline n I'll pull them cannons out 

genius 

[Hook] 

800 rappers I body 

call that elevator down, comin up from the lobby 

yall brought them Nerf guns, bust up in the booth wit the shotty 

they tryna wipe out the motion homie can't nobody find me 

where yo hustle at cause mine on a hunnid 

yeah where yo struggle at cause mine on a hunnid 

y'all keep on touchin back n mine on a hunnid (yards, bitch) 

where yo hustle at cause mine on a hunnid 

[Verse 2] 

Ay 

imma play the background when I smackdown these raps bound to blow up 

make that Shaq sound when I dunk, spit that crack out, don't stunt 

yo girl been eyein', lyin' talmbout she shoppin', been buyin' 

lotta Vicky's Secret shit, you found them receipts n you cryin' 

my condolences bruh, treat her legs like rappers I'm holdin' 'em up 

trips overseas, wake up to cream like Folgers Deluxe 

but, do I really want that life? it's supposed to be lush 

paparazzi snappin' shit ain't bout rappin' no longer is it? 

these scriptures make atheists get religious 

this track for the friendly firin' haters that shit malicious 

eatin' yo humble pie ain't no bitin' my shit delicious 

tryna rep for them youngins, good luck, got a couple conditions 

what you do it for? 

[Hook]

[Verse 3] 

I am not no average 

y'all need to get ya bars up n hit me on some rapper shit 

quick shoutout to Thugger, man I had to straight attack it, this 

ain't common, it's miraculous, got more comin' sit back n listen 

I am Cam James