Cameras Extended

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pewm

[Verse 1]
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 mofuckas to move back
We been tryna tell mothafuckas that Lou crack
I don't gotta tell mofuckas, 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 stunting
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 bitch 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, mofuckas low-key but I'm damn high
Can't stand for days

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
They all be watching the kid, they tryna act like they not though
All these rappers jock flow, I ain't really shocked though
But I'm really hot though, I been back in Staten, sittin' lovely
Damn, how I run a place that never love me?
Used to be the kid that teachers said I would be nothing
Now I got so many bands, you would think that I be drumming
Why you think that I be dumbing, mothafucka? Yeah
That's just how I'm coming, mothafucka, yeah
Bitch, I'm shining like a rave, I ain't talking 'bout Simons
I should throw a raft though 'cause these mofuckas sinking
And I test any pro like a mofucking picket
If I'm outta pocket, then it's yours I'm probably picking
And these Rick Owens kick, cost a trip but I insisted
If I ever see my exes, then I better be shitting, yeah
I'm way ahead of these children
I be shitting on my past, I don't know a better feeling
I ain't never know a ceiling like Wayne
Yeah, it's been a minute since I been in my brain
I think my new chick prolly think I'm insane
Caught the neck, ended up missing my plane
But I'm fly, so I never had to sit and complain
I'll drop a dime like the chicken chump change
I got a couple chicks that I love-hate
Upgrading all these bitches, they be picking up game
Gotta chill, all I think about now is money, hoes
Been sauce-dripping like a fucking runny nose
And the flow wicked awesome like a kid that Cudi knows
Everything I spit cold like I'm in a custy nose
Snort a line if you feeling brave, bitch, I'm fine but I feel insane
I'll shine till I'm in the grave, mind of a renegade
Every line is a missle aim, every line, I be hitting stains
I been into getting paid, need checks like a Twitter page
I'm the best, never been afraid, flex like the eight at eight
Every girl say she love me, but I know it won't stay that way
I just take it day-to-day, 'cause everybody love in the start
Give it time and it fade away, then I bet the hate'll stay
I don't really give a fuck, nah, I got Lil' Weezy in my cup, yeah
Why you only need me when I'm up?
I'm on fire, dawg, and I'm only heating up
I don't need to fall in love, they would love to see me fall
Bitch, I never had nothing so I fucking need it all right now
Tryna run it up right now, make it double in a month right now
So what's up right now? 'Cause I don't give a fuck right now
Never home, tell a slut pipe down, mofucka, yeah