Camden
Coming from the city I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Coming from the city I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love, they kill you in cold blood
Bitch, I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They askin' questions about what happened, don't nobody know nothing
But if I did, why would I tell you
They be tryna jail you
Put your hands up before them niggas try to kill you
When I get my bands up, I know you gon' show me the real you
R.I.P. Diddy with this music, shit, I vow to make them feel you
We don't break it up, we shake it up
They tryna take our money, we don't even make enough
Where I'm from, you thank God every time he wake you up
Last night somebody died, it's alright, I can't even fuckin' cry
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Coming from the city, I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But like I used to when I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Coming from the city, I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But like I used to when I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
They love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love
They kill you with cold blood
Bitch I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They asking questions bout what happened dont nobody know nothing
Watch your back now, that's a fact, they tryna slay you
Just pay attention how they act, they tryna play you
You living wrong, pray to God but he can't save you
Just hold on to your chrome put your trust into that trey two seven
I wonder if niggas ever make it to heaven
Or do they kick you down to hell cause you died with a weapon
I know them snitches never make it, God know you been telling it
Give me a chance or I'ma take it, I'll be back in a second
Yeah, yeah
Give me a chance or I'ma take it, I'll be back in a second
Yeah, yeah
Coming from the city I come from but what you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love
They kill you in cold blood
Bitch I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They asking questions about what happened, don't nobody know nothing
Coming from the city I come from but what you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But once I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love
They kill you in cold blood
Bitch I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They asking questions about what happened, don't nobody know now
Nobody know nothing
Yeah, cause they don't show no love
Yeah, they don't show no love
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Coming from the city I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love, they kill you in cold blood
Bitch, I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They askin' questions about what happened, don't nobody know nothing
But if I did, why would I tell you
They be tryna jail you
Put your hands up before them niggas try to kill you
When I get my bands up, I know you gon' show me the real you
R.I.P. Diddy with this music, shit, I vow to make them feel you
We don't break it up, we shake it up
They tryna take our money, we don't even make enough
Where I'm from, you thank God every time he wake you up
Last night somebody died, it's alright, I can't even fuckin' cry
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Coming from the city, I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But like I used to when I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Coming from the city, I come from, what would you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But like I used to when I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
They love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love
They kill you with cold blood
Bitch I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They asking questions bout what happened dont nobody know nothing
Watch your back now, that's a fact, they tryna slay you
Just pay attention how they act, they tryna play you
You living wrong, pray to God but he can't save you
Just hold on to your chrome put your trust into that trey two seven
I wonder if niggas ever make it to heaven
Or do they kick you down to hell cause you died with a weapon
I know them snitches never make it, God know you been telling it
Give me a chance or I'ma take it, I'll be back in a second
Yeah, yeah
Give me a chance or I'ma take it, I'll be back in a second
Yeah, yeah
Coming from the city I come from but what you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love
They kill you in cold blood
Bitch I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They asking questions about what happened, don't nobody know nothing
Coming from the city I come from but what you do
Drug money, blood money, I've been so confused
But once I got used to it, I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
Cause they don't show no love
Cause they don't show no love
They kill you in cold blood
Bitch I'm from Camden, them dead bodies make you throw up
Niggas be clapping, it be over when the police show up
They asking questions about what happened, don't nobody know now
Nobody know nothing
Yeah, cause they don't show no love
Yeah, they don't show no love
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Writer(s): Antoine Allen
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