The manifesto Got it down to a science Had the vision God said that I’m the nicest Fuck a pilot Top Gun, I’m flyest Rhyme godly, I’m hard body so don’t try it Look, I’m way fresher More pressure, I’m still applying I’m still a diamond in the rough I’m shining amongst the rubble and the rust I’m a prince with the ruffles in the cuff But I’m more like Rick James ‘cause its cold up in my blood I stayed hungry, I ain’t had a fuckin’ meal in months I never had a mill at all And I just wanna ball Walk in, girls all pause More respected than Warhol No more on calls I’m booked Like Mark Zuckerberg caught redhanded bitch I’m a crook Far from a rook Never half way Pure One Hundo Never Been Shook Stayed Humbled, cool with the gang stuck to my roots I put in work, I handled the labor here are my fruits I’m Steve Jobs when I’m In booths here is the proof R.I.P Stephen Hawking he was the truth If it was fuck me back then, it’s still fuck you I’m In my own lane man, I’m not like you I sip tea, smoke loud while I write Haikus I create more jewels as I break more rules Stay Hungry … Stay foolish

Lil’ bitch watch me move up New chucks this my new strut I’m living like I’m 70 All my niggas rollin’ we like seven deep Pokemon since we 7, nigga been hella geeked Lost in time like a Celebi Old School rhythm check out my melody And, y’all can’t judge me until the heavens speak Until then watch me move up! Got a harem, watch me choose up Le Baron and a Wraith Locked down in Arkham, I’m just daring my escape and Lord knows, I’ve made errors and mistakes All this hedonism Why you think I’m in for the chase? Yo, why am I the villain in a cape? But why is it appealing’ that I’m feeling all these ways? Yo, yo why you in ya feelings catching vapes? Oh, I know why ‘cuz I’m omnipotent Mojo on me homie, out her whippin’ shit spectators, stand back Y’all can witness this It’s official! the X by my penmanship I know my exes really miss this shit No hard feelings, they can all come get the dick I used to be the same, but right now I’m on some different shit Lil’ bitch watch me Move Up! (Real Estate, Getting baked, whipping’ new trucks!) Lil’ Bitch watch me Move Up! (Gaining stock, earning bonds, gaining new trusts!) Lil Bitch watch me Move Up! (I wake and bake, raised the stakes, giving no fucks!) Lil Bitch watch Move Up! (Lil’ Bitch, lil Bitch)

That derelict rap Cam’s rapping like Heroin’s back My merits is stacked Ain’t no one comparin’ to that You pussy niggas gettin’ clapped Once the derringer snap They swearin’ you wack So why you even darin’ the pack? You ain’t a match boy My power level stayin’ at max I stay with a Pax Tell your girl I’m willing to pass But she thirsty, I had to tell her Chill and Relax I’m peeling the caps with gats That John Dillinger swag I’m willing to brag The photo spread, I’m killing the mag I’m grinnin’, you mad I heard your writtens, you penning that trash That shit is just sad You should walk around in a mask I with a masseuse, getting loose Yeah she feel on my ass Old Money, vintage whips I’m just avenging my past My foot on the gas You deadweight? I pull up with bags I pull up for cash I’m Ramadan-in’, I’m moving too fast I’m hungry Fuck that lunch meat Want steak with the mash You figured you’d last? I laugh dawg, I figured you gassed The trigger get blast The firearm is bigger than Vash The furs on me Why you think I came with the Mack? I’m sippin’ henny Stark laced me up with a flask Now watch me dip, I’m ‘bout shift Catch my drift in a Jag Skrrt Skrrt, the I dash Rob a bank, T-boned the fucking whip But ya boy just escaped from the crash Hit the jeweler and ask For a link with some mass Heavy Pull up in that drop top Chevy boy I’m heavy! Twenty thousand pound gold chain boy I’m heavy! Whole squad launching all them rounds y’all ain’t ready! Fuck ya stomping grounds, I wear the crown bitch that’s heavy! Pull up in that drop top Chevy boy I’m heavy! Twenty thousand pound gold chain boy I’m heavy! Whole squad going all them rounds y’all ain’t ready! Fuck ya stomping grounds, I wear the crown bitch that’s heavy!

The Summer mine Yeah, the Summer mine And the winter too All that hatin’ y’all niggas sayin? I can’t hear you fools I’m in Liverpool I’m spendin’ chips Eatin’ fish and shit Carhartt down jackets dressin’ like a Fisherman I be dressin’ bummy Watch me pile up all the dividends Get the chain colder than Michigan Eatin’ venison Breakin’ bread with niggas Winin’ dining all my women friends I’m switching styles I’m out in California rocking Timberlands (Yerrrr!) This shit ain’t light boy, this that Dark Matter Ya cloth made from cotton, this that Alpaca I’ll pack a nine millimeter In a ’09 M3 Beamer two seater With a stolen radio and some new speakers That I stole from Best Buy Got a plug up there named Jedi He cool but got them Meth vibes Anyway, I’m smoking chronic I got them red eyes Palms trees and bomb weed nigga That’s from the Westside All my life I wanted money and powers Respect my science or die from from led powder I’m cooking in the lab, yeah I’m puttin’ in man hours Niggas get out of line, we gon’ give ‘em the lead shower All my life I wanted money and powers Respect my science or die from from led powder I’m cooking in the lab, yeah I’m puttin’ in man hours Niggas get out of line, we gon’ give ‘em the lead shower

Look at ya boy Gold on my neck Countin’ my checks I’m gaining respect Mob ties with the squad In the gym, I don’t flex Only talkin’ to ya boss Underlings ain’t a threat I ain’t really got the time mayne I can never waste a breath I can never can take a rest Look at me I’m at my best Tryna walk in my shoes mayne You ain’t tryna take the steps Goku when it’s crunch time Got a whole gain to protect I’m just tryna make a wish mayne Maybe I can re-invest Really like the Apple Watch All I want the Patek G5 high I’m all up in the jet (high as fuck) Black Tony Stark, I got all this glow up on my chest (I’m shy as fuck) I gotta Complex (Woo!) I’m making progress Stop with the nonsense Stones in my ears (stones in my ear?) Call me the block head (duuuh) Extendo with footage in high definition So come get the box set Most people they hatin’ They patiently waitin’ They checkin’ my process See how I’m living See how feeling Ice in my drink… See how I’m how chillin’ I get the bag, I got the sauce I hope I don’t spill it… Pull up and park, cost me a lot Watch how I whip it… Watch how I whip it… (Whip Whip!) Watch how I whip it… (Whip Whip!) I get the bag, I got the sauce I hope I don’t spill it Pull up and park, cost me a lot Watch how I whip it You know I get the bag Watch how I whip it All of these women are all in their feelings My actions are bold, my heart is on froze They think I’m a villain I think that I’m fine I think they look sexy They think that I’m trash so come and collect me I need a Michelle, Maria and Becky If you need a bone then you come fetch me… I’m living so trife, I need a new life some come resurrect me… I’m fresh than Easter Closet on deck with the heaters Yay me, AP got a new freezer Look at my threads It match my baguettes And I must confess I got new cleaners… See how I’m living (…Fresh) See how feeling Ice in my drink… See how I’m how chillin’ I get the bag, I got the sauce I hope I don’t spill it… (Chilly!) Pull up and park, cost me a lot Now watch how I whip it.. Watch how I whip it… (Whip Whip!) Watch how I whip it… (Whip Whip!) I get the bag, I got the sauce I hope I don’t spill it Pull up and park, cost me a lot Now watch how I whip it

Hot box the jet, that bitch feeling like a sauna (Where that from Cam?) Kush that I got flown from Wakanda I don’t ever freezer Come to my beach, I got a better breeze And I be chefin’ pasta That pappardelle and feta cheese Pushin’ rhymes like weight, I got hella keys Cam Manilow Shawty like a antelope Majestic, and plus her chest sculpted like a cantaloupe Can we smoke? I got a whole bag full of that antidote Dead Eye, sculpt the fucking wick of a candle hoe Dual Action, Bo Jackson when I’m tote packing Identify the strongest nigga the I’m toe tagging It’s no braggin’ this cool for ya health You phony niggas stay away from those who true to themselves Ya album all mid, Ya whole staff is boofin’ them sales Shit was all bark, I heard yo ass was goofy as well I piss on you and ya crew while I’m groovin’ to Kells Took her down a couple notches now she loosen her belt Fell in love with the bitch, she got me juicin’ my kale I’m eating good Kill the whole game? I think I should 20-10 Yeezy on flame, I think I’m Suge Emma Watson think I can’t smash I probably could I know wizards, I be buy my shrooms in Hollywood But I’m low-key I’m paranoid ‘cuz everybody know me ‘Cuz I use to slang pizza Now I slang Visas And I bang divas Feel the vain in my features Kill that bitch softly Feel the pain through the speakers Yeah, these All-Stars kept my name in bleachers Strapped like North Korea Bitch I’m back with the heaters And I’m… Stranded on Death Row! (Death Row!) Stranded On- Yeah, I’m Stranded on Death Row! Death Row!) Stranded On- Bitch I’m Stranded on Death Row! (Death Row!) Stranded On- Bitch I’m Stranded on Death Row! (Bitch I’m Stuck!) Stranded On- (Somebody Help) I know rappers mad Got the game sown like I haberdash Off half a drag, bitch I’m all flame Like a Rapidash Elements in my snapback, we ain’t droppin’ ash Seismic Toss ya boss, if he talking shit we can drop his ass Leave him in the sewer he clinging for air, cut in half I need a doctor, where’s Aftermath? And after that I need a blunt full of that half n’ half That hybrid That shit is silent when I’m ridin’ pass And I’m a Jinx! Too close to the edge I need a shrink But what you think? I just bought more diamonds and more minks Rockin’ more Stussy, smokin’ more weed Smokin’ hurts my sinus so I got nosebleeds Kinda like ya seats I’m kinda like a sphinx Got expensive taste I just buy it cheap I just need a whip Fuck it! I’mma buy a fleet And match my bitch with the whip for everyday of the week Like Monday, Tuesday? I be with the main chick By Wednesday? I’mma switch gears and let my lane switch Foreign whip, visa on my bitch, different language Shawty know Farsi, I be talking’ Spanglish Grew up in the 40s so I kinda know some gang shit South Central demon, bought my heaters from Koreans Two shots, left two flowers up on the cement Murder was the case, my fate? I must be dreamin’ ‘Cuz I’m Stranded on Death Row! (Death Row!) Yeah I’m Stranded on Death Row! (Death Row!) Yeah I’m Stranded on Death Row! (Death Row!) I’m Stranded On Death Row….

Too much delay! I need my food today And you need a plate! Man, you need to stay out my face You in the way! No more room in my head, I need my space… Too busy playin’ games, I need to save… Gentrifying my city, I need a place Man in’t no love for my soul, I need a bae I need a full clip and a play I need the combination to the safe I need a new bitch with a Wraith Chick like Halle Berry in her day Whip say I DESERVE on the plates Whole lotta white people where I stay I don’t know how to deal or relate But I need to thank God for the day I need to thank God for his praise Let the sun shine on ya boy Hit the sun rays, feel the grace Still in rain I can I feel the joy… Yeah, still in rain I can I feel the joy I’m reloaded with a full clip I’m in the parking lot making noise Ex-girlfriends still annoyed Cameron Jordan yeah I’m still the boy… Yeah, Cameron Jordan yeah I’m still the boy I need love just fill the void Overtime, yeah I’m still employed I’m whippin’ whippin’ in the kitchen Scraping plates and washing dishes I’m pan-handling double fisted I’m just cooking something different I’m chefin’ pasta for the kinship… Mob ties, that tradition…

Yeaaaah Stay In Ya Lane… Friends asking, where you been Cam? I just crept in the the back do’ Eatin’ shrimp at the chef’s table Velour feelin’ like bath robes and Gold chains, I’m an asshole Big smokin’ like Castro Ballin’ hard I’m the major league and my squad hittin’ like Astros And I’m dodgin’ when you wanna link nigga You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no cash flow Talkin’ ‘bout you want a new toy But ya son ain’t never had no Hasbro Damn, that’s how you niggas livin’? Huh... Dress the same but, All y’all got a vision And now all y’all flippin’ And now all y’all trippin’ Bitch I’m Twenty-eight! I’m feeling great I got the baddest women and they peeling grapes And I put some paper on some real estate I need the Gods to tell me who be real or fake! Redbones and Yellow-bones in the same home Call me Phillip Banks! Maserati with the dealer plates Ice on me, yeah I’m finna skate! StayInYoLane! Me and you? We not the same You cap for the gram, you stuntin’ for fame I’m making a play, i’m making a change Hand me my pay! Boy you must stay in lane You outta pocket I put you place You tweetin’ them subs but not in my face StayInYoLane! Me and you? We not the same You cap for the gram, you stuntin’ for fame I’m making a play, i’m making a change Hand me my pay… Stay out of my face… You in my way Stay outta my lane! Call me Mr. Nigga Mr. Nigga with the shiny suit Mr. Nigga with the shiny suit Wit the big body, not the tiny coupe ’67 Chevy ready getting heady Leather smellin’ like punani fumes I’m kinda like how a tsunami moves Yeah I’m wavy baby And I’m fly and cool Niggas hatin’ yeah they probably shoot Too bad bitch I’m bulletproof Drop top, I’m dumpin’ out the roof Six niggas but I hit five Circled back, I had to switch vibes OG told me get live No disguise Just plain nigga Best stay in yo lane nigga I’m just tryna give you game nigga But you not tryna make a change nigga You just focused on the fame nigga That’s a shame nigga You a lame nigga You just focused on the same figures You better off making a play nigga So you can add it Multiply it Then divide it Split it up with the same niggas that came witcha but… StayInYoLane! Me and you? We not the same You cap for the gram, you stuntin’ for fame I’m making a play, i’m making a change Hand me my pay! Boy you must stay in lane You outta pocket I put you place You tweetin’ them subs but not in my face StayInYoLane! Me and you? We not the same You cap for the gram, you stuntin’ for fame I’m making a play, i’m making a change Hand me my pay… Stay out of my face… You in my way Stay outta my lane!

Lay up with an Old head bitch I got taste, I got style I got all that shit Come chill with a player I got Amazon Prime I leveled up I’m past Netflix and gimmicks online I’m a special kind of nigga bae I’m one of kind Another type like me bitch you never gon’ find I get my vino straight off the vine And when I’m in it? Left stroke, death strokes And I’m just taking my time You know I look good You know I’m flyest You know I’m highest Walk in ya favorite restaurant and they call me your highness I got a seat by the kitchen sittin’ close by the fire Salvatore Ferragamo rock the boldest attire And all my niggas pro-black but our clothes are the whitest Cop the pack full weight but the nuggs are the lightest I never seen a middle man, I know the coldest suppliers Respect my politeness ‘Cuz you hoes know I’m nicest And my pimp hand is god sent! I gave you power on some Nas shit New ass? Bomb tits? Guess I’m lit I swoon women since ‘9-5, ‘9-6 I’m fool with it I’m slick talkin’ that nonsense Supreme Cutlass with the bronze tint Match the nails on my bitch, I got her palms did I’m enterprising My style authentic I’m augmented Ya boyfriend small time baby I’m large business Got you draped in red pearls like Marge Simpson That’s all game All net, long range And ain’t no way you drippin’ sauce You ain’t sautéed Shawty, don’t get roasted tryna flambé And don’t cross me, that’s wrong way… Don’t cross me, that’s the wrong way… If 30’s the new 20 then nigga I must be 50 Wearin’ Neman Marcus and garments that’s from the 60s Y’all niggas at Regular Shows, I be with Rigby Or I be sippin’ Henny with Ricky, I’m gettin’ Schwifty Did you miss me? I’m back in yo bitch, way past her kidneys Took her down under, she ain’t never seen Sydney She steamboat-ed my willie, she ain’t never seen Disney She ain’t never had no plans, had no man who was busy I’m different type of nigga Never got no love but I got love for women Side-Steppin’ hoes, I got love for my figures Fuck ‘em on the flo’ ‘cuz I got love for my linens Bitch my taste mad exquisite Girl, I’m insane My heart and pimp game Colder than Brisbane on a Wednesday 40 below hoe, and it just rained If Hennessy was gasoline, I’m on my fifth tank And if we gettin’ married, then we probably on the fifth date I might have fell in love with that pussy Plus it feels good when a nigga wearin’ Gucci flip flops Hit it from the back and make her hip pop And she’s still on top And now that’s real hip-hop Bitch!

Look Escobar of the bar Whip it up nice no heavy cream and no lard Oh Lord! I traded my innocence for these benjamins Tennis bracelets for my women friends And a tinted 6 Altered Beast, I’m the genesis God got me Said I’m hard body when I’m pen this shit I don’t cross with squares like Pendeltons I think it’s sweet ‘cuz they only smell the cinnamon Now they know it’s the bitterest dose I’m with ya girl, you not around I’m a gentleman ghost First class, on that ass You in the middle in coach I know the game, know the players Guess I’m willing to coach Shawty said that she willin’ to ho’ She know I’m gon’ blow called her man up with that rigmarole I’m more Shade 45, but my clique will Revolt I got control of the game Plus the feeling’s remote You know how it is, you know how it go Huey, Dewey, Louie got my ducks in a row Can’t fuck with you hoes, it’s funny Y’all clowned, said niggas was weak Stole my blueprint, and now niggas wanna be me I ain’t mad, I ain’t sucking my teeth My pockets on fleece She ex’d her man out ‘cuz he was fuckin’ with D See, now she out fuckin’ with C 400 Degrees I drop the top down, I’ll give ‘em somethin’ to see My gold chain sittin’ comfortably… Salvatore’s the only thing that’s touchin’ me… Maserati sled colored Mustard Seed… I’m nothing like you suckers, B… True to myself Accruing my wealth Y’all can be with that loud shit I’m cool with stealth Except my weed pack I relapsed, I’m token with Phelps I want the coupe, I blow the whistle It just came with the bells All my shooters like Jigen, catch ‘em slangin’ them shells The fourth Lupin Destiny, I’m the loot god I kill a few squads On any beat I rebuke on nigga Pray to me, get pew on nigga No half-stepping, this is nuanced nigga Don’t get hype now, pipe down Ya mood off nigga Don’t make me wave katanas Have me cool off niggas What kind of king am I to rule all niggas? I’m black panthers when I pull off triggers The room rouge, I’m at the Moulin nigga You between rocks and hard places Move on nigga I’m tap dancing with shoes on nigga But it ain’t stepped on nigga Declare war, now get ya weapons nigga Apple Watch band with the mesh on nigga I pop out, kill the the scene, get ya rest on nigga Wolfram built like Telfon nigga…

You know what it is If you don’t boy get hip to the script Small change but in due time… Merrill Lynch New Nikes got the fresh apparel stench I’m all in bag, I watched ya barrel flip Jack and Jill had hunnid mill They was cool, I had to kill ‘em I got massive bills New chains, new whips I’m testin’ massa’s will Stealin’ my swag, I guess I got that Mass Appeal Black Nigga in a yellow benz… My wife lookin like Canela Skin She do movies she be fuckin’ on her best of friends Keep the brand strong but the message slim To them niggas that was hatin’? We were never friends I’m on a island, Sun glowing on my melanin Winter time? White furs like I peddle bricks (Chilly!) Weird vans, six niggas, we be meddlin’ (all in yo house nigga!) Sound like Mystery I whip a track like Beethoven be flippin’ keys I be slayin’ I’m Amadeus within these beats Your track record is small hurdles and minor leaps I’m in the long run, the long distance I see the field and play it right, now we all livin’ My Rogve Skuad niggas we all shiftin’ Tesla Xs’ in them lanes mayne, we all switchin’ The finest of the grapes, no more malt lickin’ Niggas hate that I got taste I got ‘em awestricken… You niggas still wear Affliction I’m in that matte Prius so there’s no emissions Clean living It was written by the high Egyptians My faced carved by some hieroglyphics That said that this man’s the highest living And he rhymes the littest And fuck any denizen who ain’t ridin’ wit him… I heard the Sun God is vibin’ wit him… Rah shit… God Body…. Too much swag I got the bag on me… Run the town like I’m Fat Tony I’m well connected and well respected by mad homies Ladies know the smooth gameplay, no lag on me European coupes, no tags on me Engine suped up, drive slow nigga, don’t crash on me… They send shots, I just laugh homie My shooter got grips, I got no mags on me… You lack class homie I know the the science, I show you how to do math homie… Yeah these hoes use to pass on me I got patched up, and now they wanna add-on me Smellin’ like good weed, am I that stoney? God rap at godspeed, am I that holy? God water-whipped the river, made a path fo’ me I made it through wit the stash on me…

Wow, look at me Little nigga from the bottom That’s how it started with minor feats Now it’s big league poppin’ Polo Tee, I’m shopping I’m near the beach ‘Fax ain’t got none of these Yeah, I’mma get one of each Shawty just follow lead You want chicken parmesan But, I rather have Japanese Beggars can’t be choosers huh? Well I just paid the fees I just made a play I just saved the day I’m a major key… Pulled off in a Wraith Fuck up out my face Nah bitch it ain’t a lease I overlapped them, this ain’t lead? Change the cc or the speed Or the main course or the race horse Yeah, ya damn stead I’m coming through, I’mma Stampede! Wow, odds are all up in my favor I’mma up the ante I’m rapping like I’m so uncanny hope they understand me I’mma kill the landing Drop the bomb on ‘em Watch me ball on ‘em I’m the realest nigga standing Space Dandy on them rare candies Steady aimin’ when I shoot Call me VH1, steady taking funds Hitting’ shawty with the scoop! Eatin’ well bitch greens and kale Minestrone all my soup Ferragamo got me drippin’ sauce all this rigatoni on my suit Macaroni in my genes, how I got the flyest woman in my coupe Hustle forward nigga never backwards Had to make it stack and then recoup! I’m sippin’ on Welch’s (Blech) Simply Wholesome got the juice! (Jus!) Drippin’ Au Jus Blessed! Give me Ah-choo… Dearly Beloved, Just me and the money, I’m saying I do Y’all do you what can I’mma just do what I do Y’all watchin’ my waves Watch how I move Drippin’ Au Jus Blessed! Give me Ah-choo… Dearly Beloved, Just me and the money, I’m saying I do Y’all do you what can I’mma just do what I do Y’all watchin’ my wave Now watch how I move Drippin’ Au Jus…