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Our society is fucked up
They're fucking our brothers and sisters up
These white motherfuckers have fucked us up
This ain't by no goddamn accident

To show you I was down
But now I'm followed by these cameras
And it's money on the ground
And if I bring you round my momma
Promise you won't make a sound

Had to run it up go fuck the summer up
And the winter was cold had to bundle up
I was freezing need heat by the stove
Plenty nights when i needed some

fiending
We're travelers
Feeling through em lies
No amateurs
They try to glamorize
These janitors
That's why I always say
Fuck cameras
Fuck cameras
But we're

the Glock I don't play with it
Niggas die by the Drac I got faith in it
Cut ya tongue out ya throat you couldn't say different
Leave ya phone out the car it's

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Keep a draco by my side, that bitch she super fly
Camera's flashing in my eyes, don't wanna

And tensely awaited the next hourly update
The image jerked before refocusing
As the camera stopped
Two inches above the waistband of her jeans

Don't worry
He

I take pride in being the dopest
Greatest is attained
By being focused
We on the battlefield
Filled with locusts
The plague in the game
Got 'em

been good for me
I know I know I know
Feels so good
Ke nale wena
And I wanna be by your side
By your side again

Oh baby girl pose for the camera
Oh your

Scevnth is my name
Take my pic and frame
I'll see the cameras flash but inside I stay the same but of course
Ain't no sense moving from the course

Just imagine, talking about the lights cameras action
We deserve it all no fractions
Crazy what we've been through
Just win we can't lose
Gotta make

my brain it's gonna devour
Every second every minute I be
Thinking by the hour
Addicted just like powder
I'm going and I'm going
Just know the cameras

Never with you
You love me for me
When I'm with you

Cameras off
Everybody goes their own way
Yeah, one by one, yeah, one by one
Lights not

(Do you feel me baby do you feel me)
(Pull my mask up so the cameras can't reveal me)
(Are you with me baby are you with me?)
(Play the riffs

the camera's on, loving these flowers
We never cower, running the marathon
Tripping on power, smoke by the hour
Nigga the camera's on, loving these flowers
We

work for the bourgeoisie
Smile for the camera they can see
Don't let my soul be controlled
By a single man
Burn the town to the ground
Rip the camera out

passing
Cameras all around me all they do is flash me yea
Flashing yea
Fashion yea
Flashing yea
Flashing yea
Fashion yea
Flashing yea
Fashion turning heads

I don't need your company I'm good all by myself
But it feel better when you there
Got me thinkin bout them nights in Atlanta
Take the card

yourself

We just doin what we gotta do we gotta get by
They like C.P. how you do it how you always stay fly
I put my mind towards a goal then I get up

On the runway with my bro we fuck it up
Keep my blade real hidden keep it tucked
I don't really fuck with no one else
Bitch I keep a blade tucked by

Just look at how she be finessing (she finessing)
She don't fuck with nobody that's average (she ain't average)
Attitude Rihanna she ain't living by

time pon ah food vibes
Yeah
Catch ah fool slipping
As me slipping on me size nine
Hit the camera with a scourge smile
As me dipping to align them up in

fine
I'm hurting now
But I'll get by somehow
I see it in your face, and in your eyes
Guess you'd say the camera never lies
Like lovers do
I hear it in

Moonlight, hold me together
Like yesterday was gone
Tonight's gonna matter

Is it
I used to walk down the lane by myself
But I never see the shadow that I