[Intro: Elcamino]
\nLet me take you to that place, let me take you to that place
\nThat's what I say (Ayo, ILL Tone)
\nThat's what I said, right?
\nCome take a walk (Still do)
\nUh, yo
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\n[Verse 1: Elcamino]
\nI take you back to them streets where we made it happen (Roll with me)
\nNiggas hid in they attics, we link and they made facts (We outta there)
\nI ain't made friends jumpin' off the porch, I made opps
\nI was right around the corner when that cracker shot up Tops (Mm)
\nAnd they killed that old lady, uh (Mm)
\nThat's just enough for her son to go crazy (That's enough)
\nI wonder why that cracker ain't go shoot up Old Navy and shut down the mall? (Shut that shit down)
\nThey compared me to the devil until we met down the hall (Met down the hall)
\nThey tried to coach me through this shit, thinkin' without them, I could fall (I can't)
\nBut none of these niggas ain't teach Steph how to ball (Uh)
\nNah, they ain't touch Bron how to dunk (Been doin' this shit)
\nI done dunked over half these lil' niggas more than once (More than once)
\nI done fucked on most these cats' hoes more than twice (More than twice)
\nAnd then cut them hoes off, I couldn't live the double life (Mm-mm)
\nThe bubble nice, but it's plenty more shit, just name somethin' (Just name somethin')
\nI send a bitch through, I swear you won't know where it came from (Mm)
\nOn a boat, these flashbacks of where we got our 'caine from (Talk 'bout it)
\nI swore that I would be rich until the day my chain hung
\nIt ain't too many niggas cut out from this cloth, name some (Just name some)
\nAny nigga that I ever gave the sauce, they paid for it (Uh)
\nI prayed for it, I was out on the field and I played for it
\nI saved for it, took it over and I wrote my name on it (Wrote my name on this shit)
\nA flawless track record that ain't got a stain on it, uh (Got a stain)
\nAnd it ain't from Camino if it ain't no game on it, nah
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\n[Interlude: Stove God Cooks]
\nUh, haha
\nHahaha
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\n[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
\nGuess who's bizzack? (Guess who?), wrist on wit-wet (Woo)
\nStumbled on a six-pack (Woo), I'm like let me get that (Haha)
\nYou shot his mama house up (Brrt), now he on get-back (Bah, bah, bah)
\nYou fucked the money up (Go), now he on get-back (Go)
\nYou want the full joint or the half cage with the chinstrap? (What you need?)
\nI'll hail mary that bitch to you, pay me when you get back (Just pay me when you get back)
\nThat's what you do when you up and your dog down (Yeah)
\nBe a shooter with the shooters, get it jumpin' in a frog town (Hahaha)
\nI burned all my contracts and deleted all my contacts (Fuck 'em)
\nI been pitchin' like I play for the Diamondbacks, nigga, I am that (Woo)
\nSlow bread to me is no bread (That shit is no bread)
\nIf it's takin' too long to lock, bitch, you know it's slow shit (You know it's slow shit)
\nI made a half a million with the dopeheads
\nMy shooter did it off the moped (Brrt, bah, bah), blood on his Pro-Keds
\nLet that soak in, bitch, I'm so him
\nThe coke a ten, Latrell Sprewell, they chokin' again (Woo)
\nSprewells, you know how I spin
\nNonstop shit, I told my niggas not to trip
\nI drop a classic album, same night, do a hundred-block flip, shh
\nNow that's just talk, that's just gossip, it's just God shit
\nGot 'em feelin' like Johnson (Why?), they like, "We don't wanna go back to the strip club"
\n'Cause last week, we shot that shit (Brrt), these niggas not like this (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
\nMy name Stove, bitch
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\n[Verse 3: OT the Real]
\nOT
\nThis hood bad and evil (Bad and evil)
\nI'ma do 'em too good, could get bad for people (It's bad)
\nMy man got snapped, he woke up and started stabbin' people (Hoo, hoo)
\nTryna make his way to the door, but on the camera, it looks like he's goin' after people (Damn)
\nI learned to keep my character live even if they ain't have the sequel (Whatever)
\nActions speak truth louder than words long as they actually see you
\nDoin' it (Doin' it), the streets influenced this
\nThere's different aves, to each his own
\nThe same streets'll eat its own, they barbecuin' shit (They barbecuin' shit)
\nYou at risk, don't worry 'bout me, I survived on tuna fish, soups, and chips (I'm good)
\nWe live through wars and die over the stupidest (Stupidest)
\nI'm due again, a bag comin', they sayin' they recouped again (Cha-ching)
\nMy man ain't show, they did a sweep, guessin' he got swooped again (Guessin' he got swooped again)
\nDamn (Man)
\nI was holdin' on and drownin', I let go, that's when I found out how to lose to win (Woo)
\nAnd I been losin' friends
\nHe says he stays away from blues and he just do the tans (Oh, yeah?)
\nThey fake too, but his body just used to them (His body just used to them)
\nFound out who gon' spin, move out for the fam (Move out for the fam)
\nFive hundred on a thousand, said an ounce for a band (Ounce for a band)
\nEven the touched work bounce in the pans (Jumpin')
\nLove it or hate it, I been raided more times than I can count on one hand (Boom, boom, boom)
\nBut, yo, I'm still thinkin' how to expand (Yeah), without the heat that follows (Heat that follows)
\nCelebrate at midnight 'cause we made it to see tomorrow (We made it to see tomorrow)
\nGotta make sure that we see tomorrow (Make sure)
\nDouble back, makin' sure he gone like a deleted comma (There he go)
\nBang\n\n
