Lyrics:
Shots to his tummy turn his ass to a cheerio
Lights camera I'm ready for action
Niggas be talking they really be acting
Cheese bread my money be stacking
Ls swaps
2jz gte swaps
Twin turbo
Big single turbo
Supercharged I want to see all of yall come out
Whatever you got
Donk old school new school
Trucks
5 got some action now he channel 2
Trapping n Finessing that's my favorite move
I play by jugg rules
Jugg you and you
I might just cross ya up
Then
This here journey we about to embark on
The up's and down da hills, You heard me?
Stickin out like a sore thumb comin down the block
This a 5 star
the greedy
Money over matter
Doesn't matter how you're feeling
Zero one three gonna eat me
Wrote a new chapter
Ever after left the building
Bright blue lights
You got the kid onna' tour
I'm upset set set set
Whole new tec tec tec
Cops that came to the door
Shit what's next next next
This ain't nothing for
But when it get real, they nowhere to be found
You know them niggas that say they'll light ya block up like Christmas
But get they chain snatched like
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
Back out the back stupid
We don't know who watched
As I recall
There's cameras all on the block
So out the front not?
Trust and believe
We gotta figure
by Sinatra, light cameras that shoot ya
And I'll bring action, like the law of attraction
Not to be written in the scriptures, trapped caught like
skrrted down the block
My young nigga hungry, he just stirring up the pot
And when the street lights coming on, that mean it's time to put the work in
He
the finish line
Racing with myself
The only witness is just Father Time
Picture this
Flashy cars and and all the cameras click
Flashing lights forming part
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
a flannel
Another cold run
Alternative camera
Meets a scold tongue
Conspiracy battlers theorised into ocean
Let's begin the motion grab my crow bar
And pry
a Spartan
You can't block me like I'm Marshawn
My bro got a sound like a marker
A hood girl with a missin' tail light
You got me stopping at the green
clap
Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that?
When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat
Hot lights, camera, action, packed in
Back
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let
kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)
Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up
On some niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion,
the box
Ordered domino's
Told her ass I'm bout to nut
She like pistachios
Beanie on ya head lil baby
What you capping for
Lights camera action
She be acting
In case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin' a thirty cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard
in
Let em bottle up til I erupt, roll another while I light this up
Grab one more cup and now I'm doubled up
Asking myself will they ever give a fuck
from young Ishmael
Lights, camera, action
2am in the backseat behind sunglasses
Pour some Rembrandt on your ma, she a Rembrandt now
Frame her all the way
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