KayMuni – On Camera

KayMuni – On Camera Lyrics

Artist: KayMuni
Song: On Camera

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 f#cking 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, f#ck i’m giving it to you for?

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
n#gg#s know it’s never too late to get a portion

Heard that you got suttin to say, my brudda talk up
All them n#gg#s p#ss# like some p#rnhub, 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 n#gg#s like some exes darg, they be preeing
I know this lifestyle’s haraam, i’m knee deep in

My n#gg# 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 f#cking cork
n#gg#s 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 p#ss#
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
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Release Year: 2023