Cameras

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pew

Yeah, uh, bitch, you know who it is
Heart froze like the snow in the 6
Bitch, I'm cold with this shit, yeah
Rack in this bitch, you can tell, blew a sack in this bitch
I smell like dank bitch, your bitch favorite, I'm too smacked
Been tryna tell muhfuckas to move back
We been tryna' sell muthafuckas the Lou crack
I don't gotta tell muhfuckas, I proved that, yeah
Bitch, I'm paid, it's West Brighton 'til I'm in my grave
It's why they copy every thing I say
It ain't even my time, shit, I think I'm late
I'm dozing off while I hit my J
They try to pimp my name but I know my worth
Every verse I did, every flow got murked
All these rappers unemployed, they get so out-worked
Free kush for anyone who want the smoke out first, yeah
It ain't no accident, this ain't coincidence
This just don't happen bitch
I wasn't eatin' they shit in the cabinet
I had to get it, I ain't lookin' back for shit, stay on the goal
Got like three bags and I stay on the road
Everyday I lose my J and my phone
I had to dip, couldn't make it at home
And I faced it alone like a gram of haze

I ain't been the same since the cameras came
You'd be surprised at how quick your man'd change
I ain't really in it for the camera fame
Y'all love that shit, I'm good off it, y'all can keep it yeah
All that shit is our secret, yes
Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
Mama said I be reekin', yeah
Ayy, tweakin' yeah
Mama said I be reekin', yeah
I ain't say that we even, yeah
I don't even believe 'em, yeah
Ayy, tweakin', yeah
Mama said I be reekin', yes
Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
Yeah, ayy

Look, I just need dividends
All of these bad bitches, I'm such a pessimist
I cannot tell you how long I been in this shit
I hate this rap shit, man, I'm getting sick of it
I'm in all black, think it's not good for my chakras or something
Besides that, I'm stuntin'
Everyday, someone's my friend or my cousin'll talk down on me
When I see 'em it's nothing, that's regular though (Pew)
I mean they probably mad gettin' regular dough (Pew)
I mean I'm probably in my bag, probably mess with his ho
Everything about me calm, man, expect for the flow
Boy, it's hot like a stove
I was on the block tryna see the world and shit
From where they trappin' hard and they murder shit
West Brighton, all of these funeral services
Shit is called body time, that's where they birthed the kid, yeah
Bitch, I'm cold, the kid ice cold
Young skate kid with the pimp-type dough
With a pimp-type flow, I been psycho
I been Mike Jones, swisher smoked-out house
Got hoes down South
Back then, they ain't want me, you can fall back now
I don't call back now, I just ignore it
My new bitch is foreign, y'all ain't important
I'm probably too modest, been thinkin' about it
Been fuckin' up bread, think I need an accountant
And you do not know all the days I been countin' waitin' for my time, think I just found it
Nah fuck that, I know I did my flow over flow on shit
Move the whole island, that's the wave that you can't ride
I'm anti the damn God
Muhfuckas lowkey but I'm damn high
Can't stand for days

I ain't been the same since the cameras came
You'd be surprised at how quick your man'd change
I ain't really in it for the camera fame
I'm good off it, y'all love that shit, y'all can keep it yeah
All that shit is our secret, yes
Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
Mama said I be reekin', yeah
Ayy, look, tweakin', yeah
Mama said I be reekin', yeah
I ain't say that we even, yeah
I don't even believe 'em, yeah
Ayy, tweakin', yeah
Mama said I be reekin', yes
Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
Yeah, ayy