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(Cameron, you killed it)

I been in and out of sacks like a quarterback
I´m havin´ all this motion, so LeBron kinda stiff

Four deep all black, I´m principle like that
But I´m like Michael Vick, how I can get your dog killed
But if he live, he got a lot of Luck like Andrew
She told her friend ´cause she know I´m the one, like Cam Newton
I lost everything I cherish, so I stopped braggin´
I got the bills paid at seventeen like Josh Allen
A deuce in the 3-5, got a nigga feelin´ better
All she do is ride when I get her off that Tesla
She say she a saint, but no, you ain´t, give me a Brees
Card keep a AR, he been a G since he was three
I don´t want your bitch, I only want her for the weekend
If she want this, then I´ma Steeler like I´m Big Ben

She ain´t from Detroit, but how she talk, I know she Lion
That Lambo matte black, I´m just in the Toyota with Ryan
They used to Raid us, this ain´t Vegas, but we took some losses
Back then, we ran deep until them niggas turned to mouses
Sometimes I try to call Brian Dawkins, it ain´t no safety
I wanna live like I´m Jerry, I´m tired of rice and gravy
Like O.J., I won´t raise my son to be no simp
Like Cleveland Brown, bitch, you stay up in the gym
Ja´Marr, bitch ain´t bad enough for me to Chase her
Lamar, have you seen an I-8 in a damn bird?

Lamar, I´m in Dallas with a bad bitch in the coupe
Like Try, I´m tryna stay down so I can pile up my loot
My niggas Wil-son like they play for the Broncos
And all this Christian, I feel like Tim Tebow

All that fumbling bags, it ain´t no way you winning Heisman
Private jet to NYC, the motions gettin´ Giant
Final quarter, we up nine, the bleachers gettin´ silent
Junior Seau, I´II pull up, hit ´em with that lightning
Bitch, when tryna catch up, I´ma Charge her like I´m Keenan Allen
Tried to catch the coach´s eyes, but that ain´t never peep the talent

You would think I´m on the Bengals, all the stripes I earned, they show
Y´all be fourth and twenty puntin´, we be scorin´ first and goal
Out here stealin´ swag, I need to Suh ´em like Ndamukong
Blowin´ down the rental, visor smoked out just like Tomlinson
They gon´ have my name in Canton with all these accomplishments
You could have Lombardi as your coach, still couldn´t stop the blitz
Down in Florida, hunnid in the clip, I got a buck in there
Turkey bag is louder than the bleachers, I can´t fuckin´ hear
Sometimes it ain´t no hustle in him, but he got talent

Finna lead the team to victory, you know I´m Tron Madden
Pocket Special Ed, they can´t read
Ain´t no Za in Phoenix, got a Larry plug in the AZ
Banshee kickin´ like the special teams, pull up and take three
Touchdown, touchdown, I think that´s why they hate me
Shitty boys, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam
You know? Hey, hey