[Chorus: Cam the Artisan]
Niggas tryna hit me on my celly now
I been working, I care less 'bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick disclaimer, I don't, pick up, no, mo'
When these, folk, hit my, phone
Niggas tryna hit me on my celly now
I been working, I care less 'bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick disclaimer, I don't, pick up, no, mo'
When these, folk, hit my, phone
[Verse 1: Cam the Artisan]
I mean I'm far from famous, but I'm not far from nameless
If you just now up on me then I can't really blame you
I kept it real when niggas ain't deserve a simple favor
And now I'm movin' through the city, niggas want my name but
No, no
I see niggas in my mentions
Call 'em on they bluff and now they wanna get defensive
And niggas sun shady, they just tryna guard the vision
Too consistent, my POV on y'all is different
And I don't trust none of you niggas
They be tryna see my moves before I make 'em
Man these corny niggas from the Cobb
Want my advice but now they really fakin'
I remember niggas use to clown me back in high school 'cause I wanna rap
Same niggas got my hotline blingin' asking me to hop on a track
And I'm not wit' it
And I'm not timid and just know that I block digits
If you talking that non-business
When these frauds listen
They get mad and they start dissin'
And just know when you call—
Most of y'all on silence and vibrate
I mean I'm numb to the shit all day
And they hit my line
Like, "Bro is you fine lately you have been MIA"
[Bridge: Cam the Artisan]
Please don't hit a nigga phone now, phone now
Leave a message at the tone now, tone now
I'm working so don't my line now
They really tryna waste my time now
[Verse 2: Cam the Artisan]
Now they tryna fuck with ya boy like it's pedophilia
Thought these women would never feel me
I had 99 but now my problems is 7 million
Niggas leeching for recognition and I don't condone it
Can't control it, just give up
Hands up when you listen
Don't hit my line, my nigga
Don't hit me, I won't pick up
[Chorus: Cam the Artisan, Ahjee Parker]
Niggas tryna hit me on my celly now
I been working, I care less 'bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick disclaimer, I don't, pick up, no, mo'
When these, folk, hit my, phone
N-Niggas tryna hit me on my celly now
I been working, I care less 'bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick disclaimer, I don't, pick up (Uh), no, mo' (Uh)
When these (Ayo, look), folk, hit my, phone (Okay, okay)
[Verse 3: Ahjee Parker]
678-670-0589
My phone ringin' eight times
In Hell, Heaven's gates won't open up to take mine (Take mine)
We yellin', "Fuck 12," all my niggas hate swine ([?])
Swiftly, I been on my hustle, talkin' Nipsey (Yuh)
From the coast where LAPD be in every city ([?])
When I was comin' up, no one was tryna come up with me
Told Cam, "Goddam, all these niggas act like bitches"
R-R-R-Reminder, where the hell these record labels find you?
Your album flopped and now you goin' back to fine dining
Fine china, Asian women just a reminder
Sri Lanka, my new girl lookin' like Rihanna
That mean she is a diamond
Niggas wonder where I been
I been too grindin'
I leave the past behind me
Blood on the leaves and yellow tape around the crime scene
Blowin' up my phone and leave the message at the beep, nigga
[Chorus: Cam the Artisan]
Niggas tryna hit me on my celly now
I been working, I care less 'bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick disclaimer, I don't, pick up, no, mo'
When these, folk, hit my, phone
Niggas tryna hit me on my celly now
I been working, I care less 'bout what they tryna tell me now
Quick disclaimer, I don't, pick up, no, mo'
When these, folk, hit my, phone
