Lyrics:
How I keep from goin' under?
It's like a jungle outside
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin' under
We scream, "Black Lives Matter," but we
live it
Diamonds Gleam Gold Glitter The Camera Lights Flicker Got me feeling like a Star
I'm a ordinary nigga
Amsterdam Piff
King magazine bitch
Taking
the end of a pitch fork
When you live in the dark, you try to walk but you can't see
Surrounded by pitfalls, coming up as a bad seed
Learning to live off
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
gotta take a shit
Your face
You think you know but you don't
Can't tell you cuz you think you know
Some people just do the most
But I gotta live by
Cause you've never been seen on camera
Wait a minute, you can't say you
Built this platform by yourself bitch
None of us can
That's a combined effort from
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
the script playin a role
Let's go!
[Chorus]
Mic bright, lights, camera, action
Mic bright, lights, camera, action
Mic bright, lights, camera, action
Get whole, break bread
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive
And I can't just not
yo, pass the aux
Flip that camera cause I got better taste
Yeah, yeah
Days never change
Snuck in like the sun peeking
Dip out like the sun leaving
Live
three stacks
I wonder if my thoughts are too cold
I wonder my heart will say no
Heart will say no I cannot let go
Don't lie to me
We work to live and die
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
harder,
I do the same
Boy wanna feel ya,
In every way
Don't even wonder,
It's just a game
We rocking body to body, let's go insane
I hit
our lives looking left and
Right while we run our race
Then wonder why we're depressed and always
Finish shit in second place
Get up and get gone
You
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
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
out tHe Homie in a cell
I know He Hated school
But it's better tHan jail
Gotta tHank God I was saved by tHe bell
Tryna spit bars
I ain't trying to live
a couple bands for the weekend
I got cameras all around me when they creeping
East side sex mile on the deep end
Niggas trying to play me on the defense
[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want
the camera is off
We are, we are, we are, we are
And you wonder, where the riots come from
And you wonder
You call them criminals
And you wonder, where
on camera,
Physical Digital too
Used to live for this
I'm too big for this
I'm a different dude
I ain't dealing wit you
I get the bag never fumbling
Starting
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
push me harder,
I do the same
Boy wanna feel ya,
In every way
Don't even wonder,
It's just a game
We rocking body to body, let's go insane
I
I do the same
Boy wanna feel ya
In every way
Don't even wonder
It's just a game
We rocking body to body, let's go insane
I hit the spotlight,
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