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1. |
Intro
04:33
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[Verse 1]
I ain’t got shit to prove
Treat my shit like crack I got shit to move
I’m a sweetheart to him
But I’m a bitch to you
Gotta keep different energy for different dudes
Gotta keep me some fits I can slip into
Bitch that ain’t yo nigga
That’s dick for two
Don’t trip, if he fuckin’
Then he trickin’ too
Pick ya lip up
Lookin’ all miserable
Bitch I stay in the cut
I’m a hidden jewel
Try to take sumn’ bitch ‘Ima give it to ‘em
Bitch I’m deep in the water and you dip into it
Bitch I’m deep in the water lemme get into it
Bitch I’m deep in the water and you dip into it
Bitch I’m deep in the water lemme get into it
Bitch I’m deep in the water and you dip into it
Bitch I’m deep in the water lemme
Hold up
Bitch I said what I said
And I’m stickin’ to it
All these niggas wearin Nike and didn’t do it
Got my first thirty racks I was siftin’ through it
When my mama told me save
I ain’t listen to her
When my nana told me pray
I ain’t listen to her
Father told me stop playin’
I ain’t listen to him
Realized all them cliques I ain’t fit into ‘em
Who am I?
If I tell you
You gon’ listen to me?
Bitch I’m still workin’ forty hours
And bitches hatin
But they still fuck for forty dollars
Now that’s some pussy power
And I ain’t talkin’ down
But these my real ass thoughts when I walk around
But if I really say it then they gon hate me
Fuck ‘em
Oh this nigga said he wanna date me?
Fuck him
I be indecisive still know I want something
But at the same time I don’t really want nothin’
I can feel when a bitch ain’t real in my stomach
That shit start turnin’
My skin burnin’
You wanna be gang but you did not earn it
I gave you the game but you did not learn it
And I told you niggas change
But you ain’t listen to me
Hella niggas not here cause they ain’t listen to me
Give a fuck if these niggas don’t listen to me
Turn the volume up and hopefully they listen me
Turn that shit up
Yeah I’ma burn that shit up
Turn that shit up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s go
[Verse 2]
Turn that shit up
Miss Kam on it she gon burn that shit up
Yeah I heard she rap
But I heard that bitch suck
Yeah I heard she rap
But I heard that bitch
Uh
Heard that bitch don’t rap like me
How she don’t like me but she act just like me
Bitch I am the shit like I’m backed up nightly
Bitches can’t see me even if it’s on sight
See, I was down bad in the trenches wit them roaches
Bad bitch mean mug nigga don’t approach me
If you wanna know the tea nigga listen closely
Hop out my biz if you don’t motherfuckin’ know me
Bitch I get paid yo balencis just to walk in
You tryna drag I beg yo motherfuckin’ pardon
I turn it up and get this motherfucker started
You think you fly come in like S.W.A.T. and get to poppin’
You pretty baby I think you should stick to modeling
‘Fore I rip ya face out
Knock a bitch down for she even get the mace out
Seen it in ya face
You a bitch filled with straight doubt
Bitch we outside ten deep like a stake out
Make me tie you up good like some fuckin’ take out
Let me ask you something
Is you ready take the safe route?
Cause getting’ to this paper ain’t nothing
That I play ‘bout
That woman ain’t ready
Nigga gon’ put ya cape down
And I got shooters down south like Cape Town
This just a break down
But I ain’t break down
I put my demons down deep
They try escape out
Look it was nights I ain’t eat
And I ain’t make out
A bitch was ugly
Edges bummy
Face would break out
Fuckin straight clowns
And you still do
You gotta get it how you live it so I feel you
I tell these niggas I can fuck you
I can’t heal you
But as a real bitch does what the real do
I turn it down a lor bit so I can hear you
I turn it down a lor bit so I can hear you
Bitch, nigga
Turn that shit up nigga
It’s slight
Doowy Lloh bitch
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2. |
We$tside
03:07
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[Hook]
All my west side bitches hands up
All my west side niggas gon’ and fuckin’ stand up
Look if you a pussy nigga then you need to man up
What, what
What, what
What
All my bitches really wild and what
We gon’ bring that fuckin’ action lor nigga, and cut
Look if you a pussy hoe then get yo fuckin hands up
[Verse 1]
Oh my goodness
I know bitches is not poppin shit
Even if they was option
Bitches is not toppin this
Man I got a hunnit problems
Thuggin’ in my moccasins
I know they ain’t used to this
‘Cause this is fuckin’ opulence
You gon’ do whatever just to fuckin’ prove you not a bitch
I’ma do whatever just to make sure that my mama rich
Cookin’ wit the sauce and bitch you cookin wit a pot of piss
This is purely confidence lor mama this is not a diss
Niggas don’t even wanna feature a bitch
‘Cause they already know I burn em up
What
All the shows want me to walk in the bitch
‘Cause they know I’m gon’ turn em up
What
Two racks off the first album in the first month
Still ain’t earn enough
Yeah
I’m really that bitch
Don’t make me talk shit
Is you hoes gon learn or what
Hmm
You don’t want me to flex I’ma hurt feelings
Bitches not up next
Hoes dirt dealin’
I’m a hoot
I’m a boss
I’m a flirt clearly
You a bum
You is high off a perk
I’m a hustler putting’ in the work
Make a hood nigga dance make ‘em jerk
Big stepper touchdown on ya turf
Westside been down since birth
Bitch
Bitch
[Hook]
All my west side bitches hands up
All my west side niggas gon’ and fuckin’ stand up
Look if you a pussy nigga then you need to man up
What, what
What, what
What
All my bitches really wild and what
We gon’ bring that fuckin’ action lor nigga, and cut
Look if you a pussy hoe then get yo fuckin hands up
West side bitches hands up
All my west side niggas gon’ and fuckin’ stand up
Look if you a pussy nigga then you need to man up
What, what
What, what
What
West side bitches hands up
All my west side niggas gon’ and fuckin’ stand up
Look if you a pussy nigga then you need to man up
What, what
What, what
What
All my bitches really wild and what
We gon’ bring that fuckin’ action lor nigga, and cut
Look if you a pussy hoe then get yo fuckin hands up
What, what
What, what
What, what
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3. |
Easy
02:11
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[Verse 1]
Easy
Big dog gon’ get released
Easy
I’m gon’ come for the streets
Stirred up the pot now they wanting some peace
We ain’t forgot better run for ya piece
Greasy
Headshot don’t come for knees
Milk of the goat it don’t come from the sheep
Pick what I want
And I want one of each
Only decision that I make with ease
Holding it in I just want some release
Mama back hurting
I love her to pieces
Father still kirking
Act like he don’t need me
Deep in the water I look for the leeches
Nana I miss you can’t lie I’m still grieving
Bitches gon’ envy it’s only one reason
Industry trippin’ act like they don’t see me
They never said that this shit would be easy
[Hook]
Easy
Big dog gon’ get released
Easy
I’m gon’ come for the streets
Stirred up the pot now they wanting some
We ain’t forgot better
Look
I can never be boxed in
Cloth that’s made for a prophet
Shocked I made it to top ten
Four years that I been locked in
Lost myself then I found it
I can’t lose I’m too grounded
I’m reppin’ my city
I gotta hold that shit down
If it ain’t me then it’s Dee
And bitch you know how she comin’
Accident smacked me
Said that I was takin’ off for the summer
I’m winning ‘cause I knew I had it
And I knew what I wanted
I’m always comin too forreal so why the fuck could I front ‘em
I’m everything they wanna be
So why the fuck am I humble
That’s a conversation strictly for my maker and I
Everybody got it in ‘em it’s jus patience and time
And right now it’s my time cause I been patient wit mine
The evolution lookin’ beautiful
I happen to find
A gem in every second given
And a passion for time
It always feel like Christmas time when I’m rappin’ for mine
This a gift you should be glad I arrived, bitch
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4. |
Raw
03:04
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Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
Ever felt like you already knew ya purpose
Even worse
You feel like everything you do is worthless
Doubting your intuition probably why you feelin’ nervous
I know you prayin’ to them angels wonder if they heard us
You listen close enough you can hear they wings flap
City where I’m from we only really hear them things clap
Damn
I lost it all can’t get them things back
But I’ma gain it all back
Don’t matter if I sing, rap, or sling crack
Saw you sayin’ things about the squad
Did you mean that?
Don’t be making errors
Bring the terror have ‘em lean back
Said they was throwin’ dirt up on my name
Yeah I seen that
They hungry for my energy
I know that I can’t feed that
But, I pity the fool that picked me to lose
I was shitty in school now I’m making moves
Industry blues
It really get crucial
Take the pain before the gain
At this point man I’m used to it
Just speaking my mind
Hook:
Take me away
Somewhere that I can do my thing
And forget 'bout the days
Where I really ain’t have a damn thing
Now I’m making my way
My grind
My shine
My struggle
My story is gon’ be told
And you gon’ find
That it’s my time
This dream it just cannot be sold
I’m too damn raw for this
[Verse 2]
I put my failures on a pedestal so you can see
The evolution necessary just for you to be
Or become everything you knew that you could be
I think they all fail to realize it’s new to me
You see me winning niggas don’t know that I’m
I say my prayers and I clutch on my Bible
Holding on to dear life
‘Cause I’m somebody idol
If I really make that move
Then I know that it’s final
Family depending on me
I can’t give a fuck ‘bout a rival
Y’all think it’s all about music
Know what that be the problem
Quick to forget that I’m human
All my feelings I bottle
Feelin’ like I gotta scream
‘Lot of hootin’ and hollerin’
But,
I did my part in the heat of the moment
A space for you up in my heart
I’m always keepin’ it open
Love hurt we can geek when we show it
All I know is a nigga gotta keep on growin
At this point man I’m used to it
Hook:
Take me away
Somewhere that I can do my thing
And forget 'bout the days
Where I really ain’t have a damn thing
Now I’m making my way
My grind
My shine
My struggle
My story is gon’ be told
And you gon’ find
That it’s my time
This dream it just cannot be sold
I’m too damn raw for this
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5. |
Tired
02:10
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[Intro]
I’m tired of niggas acting like
I ain’t really worth a nigga acting right
Word to Miss Badu I’m packing light
Crazy how life just fuckin happens right
I’m tired of niggas man
Man
I really got some
Some shit to say
I got sumn to say
I ain’t holdin it back no more
Fuck it
Mmm
I’m tired of niggas acting like
I ain’t really worth a nigga acting right
Word to Miss Badu I’m packing light
Crazy how life just fuckin happens right
Tired holding back all my feelings
‘Cause this bitch nigga don’t wanna hear it
Tired of niggas all up in my fuckin’ ear
Writing checks they never gon fuckin’ clear
Yeah I know my worth and that piss ‘em off
Tired of niggas flexin’ like it get me off
Name a thing you did
I probably did some more
Not conceited
Bitch you can see the door
Niggas gave me nothing when I needed more
Niggas gave me nothing when I needed more
Niggas gave me nothing when I needed more
Niggas gave me nothing when I needed more
And I begged and pleaded
Tired of fighting and feeling depleted
Tired of crying and staining my sheets
Why this memory play on repeat
I can’t eat
Can’t sleep
Medicine don’t even work no more
How come it’s damn near a year later
And I still feel it
I don’t wanna hurt no more
How come the next nigga treat me like nothing
One after that did a whole lot of bluffin’
One after that
Man that nigga ain’t budging
I’m from the way
Look I’m leaving with something
I’m tired of leaving these niggas
And then when I’m gone
They gon’ tell me they love me
Tired of giving these niggas that discounted love
When they know I don’t fit in they budget
Damn
I’m so fuckin’ exhausted
Nigga pushed me so far that I lost it
But thank God I’m a boss bitch
‘Cause I dip
Leave a nigga all sick nigga like he nauseous
Fuck ‘da nigga of course
Got me trippin’ and squeezing they ribs
It’s tight but no corset
Man these niggas is bullshit
How they give me the stick
I end up wit the short end
Fuck the torment
Fuck the love letters
Fuck the memories
Fuck the back and forth
Fuck the dumb shit
Fuck you, him
Fuck these niggas got me really geekin’ for
Realized what I always needed was inside of me
So tell me what I need you for
Not conceited bitch you can see the door
Niggas gave me nothing when I needed more
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m tired
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6. |
Accountability
02:54
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[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
I fucked up
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Damn
[Hook]
I be cussin’ and fussin’
I know you hate that
Said some shit in discussions
Wish I could take back
You wrote a song ‘bout me
And you know I played that
Now we don’t speak ‘cause of me
Shit I can take that
Shit, I’ll be honest I ain’t too soft on you
You just wanna see me shine
I tried to floss on you
Shit I got pride too
I’m 5’2”
Little ass bitch with a big heart
But mind you
Gotta play it safe
So I’m lookin’ like nigga why you
Felt like you was hiding me
Nigga so I would hide you
You lookin’ like how the fuck I find you
I’m lookin’ like we know each other soul
Let me remind you
Maybe I ain’t see it
Man it’s so much I was blind to
I know I fucked up but look I’m
I hope you doing good
I know you is ‘cause I looked at your page
I know you probably thinkin’ this bitch is crazy
Look I’m tryna say I’m sorry but in so many ways
I hit your homeboy to say it
He ain’t tryna relay it
I be actin’ like I’m happy
Keep it real man it’s fake
It’s staged
You the only one I want and I hate it
I’m the only one that’s trippin’ I hate it
And you the only one I want when I make it
Damn I’m
Damn
[Hook]
I be cussin’ and fussin’
I know you hate that
Said some shit in discussions
Wish I could take back
You wrote a song ‘bout me
And you know I played that
Now we don’t speak cause me
Shit I can take that
[Verse 2]
Shit I’ll be real
Wasn’t the best to you
Act like you was the drama
I brought the stress to you
Now I’m sittin’ here cryin’ over what’s left of you
Keep it real I’d do anything to get next to you
I dropped the ball
I guess you was the catch
Honestly that’s a first for me
Who would’ve guessed
I be getting all possessive like
Who was your best
And every time you would tell me it was me
This whole time I ain’t realize it was me
I apologize now I know that it was me
I just wish that I could tell you that I see
It’s me
Damn
[Hook]
I be cussin’ and fussin’ I know you hate that
I know you hate that
Said some shit in discussions
Wish I could take back
You wrote a song ‘bout me
And you know I played that
Now we don’t speak cause me
Shit I can take that
I mean it
Begging you please
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7. |
Karma
02:37
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[Verse 1]
Niggas should be ashamed of they self
Tried to send shots at me
And brought the pain to they self
Bitches speaking on me
Tryna make a name for they self
Ain’t nobody pay attention
So you played with yourself
Bitches lucky I got class
So you was saved by the bell
They ask me what I wanna do
I say take ‘em to hell
I feel like Quincy Jones
I’m doin’ numbers
Like I’m paying bills for sixty phones
I put that pressure on ‘em
Now they ring a different tone
Type of shit I’m on
I really gotta drag my nuts on these niggas like
[Verse 2]
Type of shit I’m on you niggas ain’t built for
Bitch I got a body this face these hoes kill for
Should I go on
The numbers pretty
I’m like should I perform
‘Long as I can blow smoke
And leave a cloud like a storm
Make me end ya fuckin’ world
Have me blowing the horns
And enemies can go to hell
I ain’t showing remorse
But of course
You pick a side
Then bitch we going to war
I was cool before
But now a bitch showing the sword
Try stop me
I’ma go in some more
I’m good on all the fake love
You don’t owe me support
I know you prolyl peeped the absence of some homies support
Well let’s act like them nigga don’t know me no more
Shit
[Verse 3]
Fuck these fake industry niggas
They do whatever just to keep a name
I said it in the first line
You should be ashamed
You say you see the vision
Nigga we don’t see the same
You blow ya breath in the game
Bitch I breathe the game
Understand that I’m a different breed
Bitches can hate me
But they know I’m what these bitches need
I bring the table
And you niggas can’t sit wit me
Mane you niggas can’t sit wit me
Now lemme do a victory screech
Everybody know my favorite juice is Simply Peach
Ask me how I’m manifesting
Well it simply speaks
Why you questioning these blessings that was destined for me
Why you pressuring me
Think you know me better then me
I had to let go of some shit was weighing heavy on me
I put the city on my back you should be crediting me
Some niggas walked away
The only one stepping was me
If you ever feeling pressure
Bitch the pressure is me
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8. |
Let It Simmer
02:14
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[Verse 1]
I think they need a little convincing
Bad bad bitch I’m put in detention
I’m really on a lowkey mission
To show y’all that I’m what the game been missing
Rock off shake off
Sweat out ya kitchen
Pop off lock-jaw
Neck get to twistin
Slide to the left all sweat get to drippin’
Live as a bitch I’m wet as a
Wet as shell in the sand
Hatin’ on me go to hell if you can
Tried to bring me down and they failed at the plan
Real recognize real so the real understand
Uh
Shake something
Move a lil' quicker though
I see you got a lor something
What it’s hittin’ for
I ducked off put the work in the winter yo
And now it’s time to bring the heat let it simmer hoe
[Hook]
Ha
Ha
Let it simmer hoe
Now it’s time to bring the heat let it simmer hoe
Ha
Ha
Let it simmer hoe
Now it’s time to bring the heat let it simmer hoe
Ha
Ha
Let it simmer hoe
Now it’s time to bring the heat let it simmer hoe
Ha
Ha
Let it simmer hoe
And now it’s time to bring the, hold up
[Verse 2]
I think I done fucked they head up
Could’ve did it like me
But you fucked ya bread up
Had to leave my old nigga
I was getting fed up
Been ten toes down
I could never let up
Playin with my money nigga
I’ma get ya set up
When he throw the money at me
It be getting wetter
I be singin’ on the mic no striped sweater
I’m finna dominate a nigga in some tight leather
Hoes wanna get my spot
Can’t do it better
Shorty wanna throw hands
Don’t move, let her
New year
New bread
And some new cheddar
Don’t be scary of the kitty
Be smooth, pet her
Rockstar no Red Dead Redemption
Single player in the game
Fuck off my system
I wish a bitch would
Give a ‘lil hoe a blister
I’m a gemini twin
Don’t got a sister bitch
Hook:
Ha
Ha
Let it simmer hoe
Now it’s time to bring the heat let it simmer hoe
Ha
Ha
Let it simmer hoe
Now it’s time to bring the heat let it simmer hoe
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Woo
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Miss Kam Baltimore, Maryland
Heavy-hitting, bar-spitting, and unforgiving. Miss Kam is relentlessly taking the crown as the Queen of Baltimore's rap scene. Her debut EP "Birthday Pack" and LP "Tew Faced" display her effortless quality of being a vocal and sonic chameleon. Enjoy West-Baltimore's finest. ... more
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