Cameras - Lou The Human

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Pewm

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 could tell I 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 tell muthafuckas that Lou crack

I don’t gotta tell muhfuckas, I proved that, yeah

Bitch, I’m paid, it’s West Brighton till I’m in my grave

Swear 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 tried 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', ain’t 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’ll change

I ain’t really in it for the camera fame

Y’all love that shit, I’m good off it

Y’all could keep it, yeah

All that shit is our secret, yes

Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah

Momma say I be reekin', yeah

Ayy, tweakin' yeah

Momma say I be reekin', yeah

I ain’t say that we even, yeah

I don’t even believe 'em, yeah

Ayy, tweakin', yeah

Momma say 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 or 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 messed with this hoe

Everything about me cold, man, except for the flow

Boy, it’s hot like the stove

I was on the block tryna see the world and shit

From where they trappin' hard or they murder shit

West Brighton, all of the funeral services

Shit is called body town, that’s where they birthed the kid, yeah

Bitch, I’m cold, the kid ice cold

Young skate kid but a pimp-type though

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 could fall back now

I don’t call back now, I just ignore it

My new chick 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 done counted

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 a wave that you can’t ride

I’m anti, the damn guy

Muhfuckas low-key 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’ll change

I ain’t really in it for the camera fame

I’m good off it, y’all love that shit

Y’all could keep it yeah

All that shit is our secret, yes

Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah

Momma say I be reekin', yeah

Ayy, look, tweakin', yeah

Momma say I be reekin', yeah

I ain’t say that we even, yeah

I don’t even believe 'em, yeah

Ayy, tweakin', yeah

Momma say I be reekin', yes

Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah

Yeah, ayy