Lyrics:
Back out the back stupid
We don't know who watched
As I recall
There's cameras all on the block
So out the front not?
Trust and believe
We gotta figure
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
by Sinatra, light cameras that shoot ya
And I'll bring action, like the law of attraction
Not to be written in the scriptures, trapped caught like
the finish line
Racing with myself
The only witness is just Father Time
Picture this
Flashy cars and and all the cameras click
Flashing lights forming part
skrrted down the block
My young nigga hungry, he just stirring up the pot
And when the street lights coming on, that mean it's time to put the work in
He
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
a flannel
Another cold run
Alternative camera
Meets a scold tongue
Conspiracy battlers theorised into ocean
Let's begin the motion grab my crow bar
And pry
a Spartan
You can't block me like I'm Marshawn
My bro got a sound like a marker
A hood girl with a missin' tail light
You got me stopping at the green
clap
Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that?
When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat
Hot lights, camera, action, packed in
Back
the box
Ordered domino's
Told her ass I'm bout to nut
She like pistachios
Beanie on ya head lil baby
What you capping for
Lights camera action
She be acting
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)
Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up
On some niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion,
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let
In case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin' a thirty cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard
cartoons,
These niggas guns don't go off
Until they say lights, camera, action
Yo Swiss tell them niggas eat a Dick
Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
in
Let em bottle up til I erupt, roll another while I light this up
Grab one more cup and now I'm doubled up
Asking myself will they ever give a fuck
from young Ishmael
Lights, camera, action
2am in the backseat behind sunglasses
Pour some Rembrandt on your ma, she a Rembrandt now
Frame her all the way
breathe, leave
I'm alive I'll never see 25
Yet still I can feel, I'm real
When it all happened I was in the lime light
News, camera, gaven killer stamina
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
"I'm here at your service"
And the camera walks us through into a sunlit room
Where a one-hit wonder lives
And he says, "Action" and, "That's
just landed on the West for a few days
I'm on that 405, roof gone, switchin' lanes
My California peach, she likes to roleplay
Lights, camera, action, do
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
A child asks what their parent did
When they had lockdown drills when they were a kid
Parent can't respond... it's hard to pretend
We didn't have
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