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letra de flamed spirit freestyle - cameron edwards

yeah

back on you like a unexpected quiz
always in my biz

slap a country girl ran and told her squad
my guys just looked at me with an applause
you can’t match god, you flawed yeah
well so am i, yeah, we all die, yeah, should i apply
all this knowledge that i have to my pad
or should i frown about the love that i had
i know the answer to that, wait
climbing over heavens gate with all this hate
i’ll drop it off at the next state, shall we debate
the issue make you grab some tissue
make you text your ex “i miss you”
even though that’s true we all hide it
the hate we go through we all try and
escalate the situation, different view
but it’s so true
who are you?

this ain’t new
it’s just me, myself, and i
i can’t hide, even if i try
all my cali g’s know it too
and my enemies boo
my legacy is true
hold up, you so rude

run in shout in fear of me
any amount you still hearing me
screening me, girl you tearing me
so childish it’s exausting
it says children crossing, i’m causing
all this illness, you are coughing
still plotting on me rotting, while they watching
always shopping, designer
perfect girl you ain’t never gonna find her
you a blinder, but i’m a writer
organizer, climber, need some hoes like a firefighter
rhymes are fire

(never treat my homie like a….)

self made, venom i spray
still stay there like it’s okay
immune, still afraid
in disarray
go off, well i may
put em in they grave
baptize em today
go outside and play
down by the bay
statues made of clay
skies are grey, still i pray
what’s the delay?
santa fe, ella mai, broken yolk cafè
betray, i’ll put you in yo place
ay renee, it’s okay, lil tay
day by day
night by night
i still write rhymes, turn to light
flip a switch, getting riches
off a bridge make em twitch and itch
no food in they fridge
yeah

i ain’t no snitch, pinokkio big nose like a witch
try not to lie though, bout my side hoe
eating shirmp lo mein
going insane
no travis but i flame
ideas in my brain
too much pain
go ahead and gain the lane

acting like a freshman, like you ain’t got the b-lls
when in reality everything you say is false
hold up wait a minute
she a witness
flaming spirit
and she timid
man like g, ain’t no limit
no ticket, cricket, digit
you a critic, are you finished
i got some more for you stick around, town
as i cruise through on my loose noose
i can’t pay my debt, who knew
it’s on the news, public abuse
i hate my life dude

you know it’s just like they don’t know who we are
bout to though
one, two, three, four
i got five

- cameron edwards

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