I B S - Cam'ron

Lemme tell y'all a 'lil story about myself

This right here is a true story check it out though

Ulcers hurt my salary alter my personality

Give it to you real I can't feed my culture no fallacy

You know my attitude arrogant cocky rude

Eatin' off papi food used to be a stocky dude

Weighed two twenty wit two honies I move monie

It's true dummy dunny need a new tummy

I become berserk it was no fun to work

Everyday my stomach hurt rippin' off my undershirt

The pain was no comparison stomach started cherishin'

Throwin' up in public yo f**k it it was embarrassin'

Regurgitatin' green yellow burgundy boom

But came my urgency soon the emergency room

In there no salvage treated like a cold savage

They said pimpin' symptoms huh a dope addicts

There you have it but they ain't find no heroin

Coke crack dope just weed but that's my medicine

My baby mama mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away uh oh here it come again

Never mind stuntin' dime puffin doc spent his time frontin'

He like a bad detective he ain't find nuttin'

Besides that though I can't enjoy a movie dinner

My son growin' up I'm lookin' like the movie thinner

I'm thinkin' suicide do or die sit and cry

What hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm gettin' high

She gonna play me a thug I told the lady I love

If it ain't hustlin' ma please don't relate me to drugs

I'm loosin' weight though everyday pounds and muscles

Gotta get off my ass hit some towns and hustle

Bein' sick huh it get sickenin' you know

I was too sick to do shows but still equipped to move O's

You know my attitude get it how I get it

If I can shoot I turn around I'm off my pivot

And oops I thought I had it mapped

Weight started to gain again it was just a game my friend

Dame mane I pained again

My baby mama mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away uh oh here it come again

Ay yo god body I'm hard bodied word mommy vanishin'

Hadda go low the male clinic Minnesota

I couldn't get cake a rock in a hard place

For me that's a odd place I'm only here by God's grace

Like a lab rat them tests dishonor Cam

Ultrasound MIR CAT scan sonogram

Laparoscopy inoscopy I be stressed

The prognosis diagnosed IBS

And that's irritable bowel child I hadda spit it y'all

Kick to y'all so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all

Get it get it get it get it

My baby mama mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away uh oh here it come again

My baby mama mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away uh oh here it come again