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Lights, Cameras, Action!
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lights, Cameras, Action! was released on August 31, 2025 by Void Works as a part of the album AFTERMATH
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Release DateAugust 31, 2025
LabelVoid Works
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LtGhxst
LtGhxst
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Carter
Gabriel Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LtGhxst
LtGhxst
Producer

Lyrics

Lights, cameras, action
If it's a gram, you know I ain't matching
I got a stick, blade, for anyone asking
Calling an audit, I tax 'em
Sentra is max, not plaqued, got lights on the dash
On the white line, I keep moving too fast
Feel like the cat who had got his first hat
Stripping the cheese, and I tested some rats
It hit the first of the month
Ain't even track, but her mouth wanna run
Calling me daddy for fun
I'm not her father, and he's not my son
Check out the smoke from the gun
Step in the spot, and they all start to stun
She want a trip to the sun
Told her my time isn't something I fund
Counting my blessings, my blessings been doubling
Bag in my lap, and my seat got it buckling
Cut through the traffic, I'm swerving, I'm troubling
Talk with my hands, and my pockets be mumbling
Money keep talking, it's fluent, it's stuttering
Drop in the bucket, the bucket keep flooding in
Haters be watching, they watch how I'm hovering
Run up the numbers, the numbers keep summoning
Taking a trip round the map
Give me a follow, I don't follow back
I only smoke Thrax, you living inside of the trap
Got walls made of cardboard, you got out the trash
Slide in the lane with my hand on the strap
Eyes in the mirror, they all on my back
Talk out they teeth, they get hit where they at
Step on the curb, and I'm dressed in all black
Money in knots, never folded in stacks
Came for the bread, and I'm leaving with that
Dirt on my shoes from the street where I'm posted
Heat on my thigh like a toaster
Watch what you say, I remember who boasted
Pass through your hood, you know I'm gettin' noticed
Say it, I know this, never go soulless
Never go broken, peace wasn't chosen
Lights, cameras, action
If it's a gram, you know I ain't matching
I got a stick, blade, for anyone asking
Calling an audit, I tax 'em
Sentra is max, not plaqued, got lights on the dash
On the white line, I keep moving too fast
Feel like the cat who had got his first hat
Stripping the cheese, and I tested some rats
Phones on the table, the plays in rotation,
Location is ghost, and the signal is vacant
The lock on the door got a chain for the waiting
The knock at the wrong time is pure invitation
The gold on the wrist got a glint in the rain
The coat got the weight and the clip in the frame
The floor got the marks from the steps that I claim
The score on the board put respect on my name
The gas and the smoke got the scent in my fit
The pass in the night make the exit legit
The glass in the hand got the ice and the grit
The glance in the crowd tell me who's with the hit
The route is a circle, I'm back where I started
The guard in my chest never once been departed
The art in the hustle is cold and uncharted
The part that I play got the game disregarded
Written by: Gabriel Carter
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