On Camera

[KayMuni] I pray Dane buss his case when I make my duas The game's rigged but ask Mubz bro, it's basically ours Two jails in a day, we gotta space it apart I burnt my trackie, kept my gloves, put new plates on the car I heard Skrapz got a six, I know he's probably gassed They heard Muni back in jail, said "It's probably waps" Me step outside lacking, yo it's gotta be cap I'm risking thirties for these nerds but yo it's gotta be that I got a loose screw, screws used to tell me All them months they sent me down the block never helped me I grew up in juvies, never grew up in Chelsea I slept on the floor in the bando by myself G To get paid, jailhouse I'll say it on camera my folks I'm on the threes blowing weed, no mamba my bro I can't lie, I remember times no one answered the phone I need a double R truck and a mansion to go Yo I was O.T. getting paid in the sun Till they put your boy on the front page for a gun I don't care how many phones I got, jail ain't no fun The only difference is guys are getting splashed, not bun Yo 'Time is Money 2' ain't for no fucking civils It's always guys that talk the most that done nothing for real I'm tryna say less do more, rob less shoot more I know he won't slap, fuck I'm giving it to you for? [Trapstar Toxic] Growing up, I never had a rich dad or a poor one I just re'd up on some weight and got it all gone Had to get a piece of that cake and bought a fort cuz Niggas know it's never too late to get a portion Heard that you got suttin to say, my brudda talk up All them niggas pussy like some PornHub, say nuttin They pay homage, last time I had to spray suttin I'm like Sonic to that money, I just keep running In at 3:20, link the plug at like three suttin PM I swear I'm tryna seize the day, carpe diem Them niggas like some exes darg, they be preeing I know this lifestyle's haraam, I'm knee deep in My nigga touch skin like he's creaming Now he's up in court, feds hope they give him life Judge having evil thoughts, I get it popping like a fucking cork Niggas re on hella keys cah they're tryna open doors I just wanna get rich, blow with the team They wanna stab us in the backs so we ain't seeing a dream I was mopping up a wing but I'll soon be on stage I was counting down years, now I'm back on the mains Got me back up in the studio, I'm smoking on Cookies Got me looking for a beat but I ain't chasing no pussy I'm that brother they can vouch for They know I'm fully on my grind Piss me off then I'm hopping out this five-door The ends changed but I changed more I ain't selling cars when I said I make papes selling A4's Girls know I'm toxic, stubborn and seductive I gotta keep 'em on their toes like a bunion