CB Radio - Cameras [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: CB Radio]
See me CB I be killing it
Know I'm always armed come equipped because I'm militant
I know you heard of this so don't try to play dumb
Yo this game is heinous Famous Amos cookies leaving crumbs
On the track bring it back, did you hear what he said
Killing every single verse, bitch I leave these beats dead
I-I'm I'm a muthafucking animal
Eat you rappers up like I'm a cannibal I'm Hannibal
You should of locked me up cuz now your bodies for the streets
Taking pictures with these haters mothafuckas say cheese
I got that Polaroid but use my eyes camera
Riding on this beat forever cuz I got that stamina
Living my life to the fullest never know when I might die
And my path is getting curvy I just take it all in stride
Trynna make it to the top I feel like Chris Brown
Deuces up yelling out, bitch look at me now

[Hook: Matt & Kim]
No time for cameras we'll use our eyes instead
No time for cameras we'll be gone when were dead, oh
No time for cameras we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold

[Verse 2: J Money Mountain Man]
Yo step up on the beat and watch me fucking work this
Cuz I be getting dirty like the floor at the circus
I'm impenetrable bitch, you thought that you could hurt this
I heard your rap style then I found out you was worthless
I be cutting back bitches loving that I'm killing shit
Laying MCs down just for the fun of it
Dumb bitch not even fucking close
Leaving y'all deaf like my fucking first name was mos
Yo I'm playing post you shooting
Owl eyes on me and I call that bitch hooting
Need a remedy to the rap game I'm a solution
Cuz your style is pollution I'm a leave you with contusions
I have a hard time choosing between money and weed
But one makes me succeed and one gets my brain high
Oh wait that's both, but we be chilling, oh

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Don Juan]
My shits raw man, quantasyllabic
You faggots couldn't come and have it
A bag of salad a ballad of lyricism got the rhythm and the flow
And you know its fucking time to bust my dick out and start the show
My ideal day twisting nobs on my transistor
Odd future be bumping to took the EQ and flipped her
Laying on my back staring at the light fixture
And pondering the chances of me fucking your sister
Sipping on elixir, OE 800
Going skating write some lyrics leave your problems unconfronted
J Money hits me up he said he got an O fronted
So you know we spliffing all night, zig zag and we blunted
And they done, don't regret it man yea I do it again
No regrets just stay true the pen
Your word is bond stick to it like some glue in the wind
I can't believe its not butter so we do it again, oh

[Hook]