Lyrics Cameras - Lou The Human

Cameras

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