Something in my mind you can look inside

You can find, there's more than this that meets the eye

Flexing for the cameraman

Posing for the cameraman

Crying for the cameraman

Lying for the cameraman

Something you can’t find when you look inside

Turn the light, I'm standing here give me the shine

Flexing for the cameraman

Posing for the cameraman

Crying for the cameraman

Acting for the cameraman

Today I took an L

Took a trip down into hell

Life's a real bitch

But I don’t kiss and tell

I'm a humble merchant and my soul is hеre for sale

As long as I becomе a legend

Before I die, I envision

All the broken relations

All the blood in my hand

Wash away with some bourbon

Yeah I'm doing 200

I start to hear all them sirens

But in the car it's just silence

And in my mind is just silence

Ooo

Like a mad man

Put the mulla in pistol we ain't shooting cans

Yeah I'm stackin up my bands I'll make a hundred grand

Flex the rollie and the AP at the cameraman

Ooo

Like a mad man

Put the mulla in pistol we ain't shooting cans

Yeah I’m stackin up my bands I’ll make a hundred grand

Flex the rollie and the AP at the cameraman

Something in my mind you can look inside

You can find, there's more than this that meets the eye

Flexing for the cameraman

Posing for the cameraman

Crying for the cameraman

Lying for the cameraman

Something you can’t find when you look inside

Turn the light, I'm standing here give me the shine

Flexing for the cameraman

Posing for the cameraman

Crying for the cameraman

Acting for the cameraman

Run away

Run away

Run away