Young Kamil - Late Hit

Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's not true, but it never gets old
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Shade from the haters is dimming my eyes
I can go hard and I don't even try
Tryna spin me back like I'm a fidget spinner
I'm moving all around the map, I'm the fidget winner
And I'm killing off the clout, call me the fidget killer
And brothas barely diss me cause they know I'm iller
Brothas tryna throw me all these late hits
But I'll let you know that I'm not gonna quit
Unless my tracks get discovered by that kid
And then they decide that all my songs are lit, yeah
Brothas never get on me cause I always know they coming
Write a track, I'll have 'em running
Get a deal, I'll have the funding
Album at one-hundo, Imma have all these brothas stunting
I take no days off
Young Camel gotta keep to hustling
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's not true, but it never gets old
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Shade from the haters is dimming my eyes
I can go hard and I don't even try
Look at my feet, these are Cons, not Vans
And Felicia made the type while I'm making these bands
I'm a straight show off, I'll be stunting in band
With all these paths around me, I don't know where I'll land
Screenshot all my lyrics and I'll put it on the 'Gram
Open the green beans, yuh
I got hella cans
When it comes to filming all this shit, yeah I got the cams
Always recording with Noah and all the fam
I'm getting so caught up, I'm having to cancel plans
Only got like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 fans
See me at the Farm, yuh
I'm cheering from the stands
R.I.P. to BQ and to P after them 8th grade jams
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's not true, but it never gets old
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Shade from the haters is dimming my eyes
I can go hard and I don't even try
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's not true, but it never gets old
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Shade from the haters is dimming my eyes
I can go hard and I don't even try

Written by:
Riley Ball

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