20mm Lens

[Verse 1]
More than just a cameraman, I can play this game
Numbers climbing slowly, watch it fly up through these ranks, mane
Never walking, fill their bodies, product of my shitty pain
Making all coincidence as I ride along the fucking bass
Sober once, I give it chase
As I catch my pace, it's not arranged, it's outta state
Where as I heard my name
Man, you niggas lame, had to get myself a break along the road
Shifting through the veins
Martyr causing stains
You suck at poor placement

[Chorus]
How that bitch be tastin'
Hundred boys and gin and juice
Sippin' 'til my uncles snoop
Man, we ain't related, but we smokin' 'til they catch a cadence
Coughin' up and gettin' faded
Gossips for the cancer patients

[Verse 2]
Now I'm laughin' to the banker
All the chatter from my gang
Squeezin' in the birth of bangin'
Shorty bumpin' to my music
It's my year to be so petty 'cause my truly hangin' heavy
Whip a beam to keep it steady
Hollow tips is hot and ready, steady for a placement

[Chorus]
How that bitch be tastin'
Hundred boys and gin and juice
Sippin' 'til my uncles snoop
Man, we ain't related, but we smokin' 'til they catch a cadence
Coughin' up, and getting faded
Gossip for the cancer patient, nigga