Camzino x £.K – Our Story

Lyrics, Letras da Musica
I grew up with people calling me wet –
And now, people tryna claim that they know me instead
And I was born and raised in some mad ends;
People walking around with some long skengs

And people try take me to become one of them –
But I’m focused on my music and their choice is up to them
But it’s a shame;
How the people that do nothing in this world are the ones that take the blame

Camzino on a hook, man – he made it in a day;
I’m just tryna make some money, save some money, make it rain
Growing up wasn’t easy, fam – not even today –
I’m tryna make it to the top just so my mum can live okay
Just cos we live in different ends
Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends
I have to be real – there’s no need in pretend
I want my money big, bruh, I want a copper benz;
Have big holidays – take my meat out of ends

Like he just said, he wants a copper benz;
But, not gonna lie, I really wanna leave these ends
And it’s deep, man – I was only seven
When my cousin lost his life he was only eleven

And I know a couple guys who didn’t get to hit their teens –
And they didn’t get the chance to appear on the screens;
And you only live once to be stood doing nothing –
But you think you have the time to be doing all this buzzing

I grew up with people calling me wet –
And now, people tryna claim that they know me instead
And I was born and raised in some mad ends; (Mad. Ends.)
People walking around with some long skengs. (Long. Skengs.)

And people try take me to become one of them –
But I’m focused on my music and their choice is up to them
But it’s a shame;
How the people that do nothing in this world are the ones that take the blame

Man, you only live once – dont keep your talent hidden;
Do you wanna be successful or a black boy in prison?
If you wanna live your dream
Then plan your vision
Black people underclassed, man, we gotta change the system
So it’s up to us to make a change in this world;
Drop the guns cos we only killng ourselves
You want money? But I make it well
Don’t lie about your grind cos time will tell

I find it hard to put my story in a verse;
I’ve been thought a lot, man, it kinda really hurts
Don’t let the devil twist your words
I want it by myself and work –
Back then when, man, we had nothing in our purse;
No money on our oysters – struggling to get to work
Back then, man, man were living up the word –
Every Sunday, going Church;
If you grew up like me…
Then you know that pain can really hurt.I grew up with people calling me wet –
And now, people tryna claim that they know me instead
And I was born and raised in some mad ends;
People walking around with some long skengs

And people try take me to become one of them –
But I’m focused on my music and their choice is up to them
But it’s a shame;
How the people that do nothing in this world are the ones that take the blame

Camzino on a hook, man – he made it in a day;
I’m just tryna make some money, save some money, make it rain
Growing up wasn’t easy, fam – not even today –
I’m tryna make it to the top just so my mum can live okay
Just cos we live in different ends
Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends
I have to be real – there’s no need in pretend
I want my money big, bruh, I want a copper benz;
Have big holidays – take my meat out of ends

Like he just said, he wants a copper benz;
But, not gonna lie, I really wanna leave these ends
And it’s deep, man – I was only seven
When my cousin lost his life he was only eleven

And I know a couple guys who didn’t get to hit their teens –
And they didn’t get the chance to appear on the screens;
And you only live once to be stood doing nothing –
But you think you have the time to be doing all this buzzing

I grew up with people calling me wet –
And now, people tryna claim that they know me instead
And I was born and raised in some mad ends; (Mad. Ends.)
People walking around with some long skengs. (Long. Skengs.)

And people try take me to become one of them –
But I’m focused on my music and their choice is up to them
But it’s a shame;
How the people that do nothing in this world are the ones that take the blame

Man, you only live once – dont keep your talent hidden;
Do you wanna be successful or a black boy in prison?
If you wanna live your dream
Then plan your vision
Black people underclassed, man, we gotta change the system
So it’s up to us to make a change in this world;
Drop the guns cos we only killng ourselves
You want money? But I make it well
Don’t lie about your grind cos time will tell

I find it hard to put my story in a verse;
I’ve been thought a lot, man, it kinda really hurts
Don’t let the devil twist your words
I want it by myself and work –
Back then when, man, we had nothing in our purse;
No money on our oysters – struggling to get to work
Back then, man, man were living up the word –
Every Sunday, going Church;
If you grew up like me…
Then you know that pain can really hurt