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five flames - james sydney lyrics

[intro: james brown star time introduction ]
[verse: james sydney]
eviction notice on my door but, i’m zigned up
gucci can you help me with the rent?
louis can you help me with car note?
ralph can i get a loan for the money spent?
gun and roses
protection affection
i won’t raise my son on building collections, more connections
don’t be out here with checklist boy, don’t be reckless
i don’t want you to be a f*ckboy jr
all that netflix and hulu chilling will probably ruin ya
government hands deep in the dope in black america
they elected a cheeto, is there hope for america
all my favorites turned out to be monsters
eldridge cleaver, bill cosby, the doctor
louis ck, robert kelly with the shades
can’t even get idol tattoos, gotta watch who i praise
premium p*ssy ads on the gram, new institution
i mean, i get it, you ain’t broke and that’s your resolution
beyonce over madonna
planning trips to africa to see my native mama
boy we ain’t sh*t
used to say your ass wasn’t huge, now it’s sick
all we did was beg for your nudes, flip the script
selling premium snapchats, that sh*t was sl!ck
fake titties in the club like we don’t beg for the sh*t
fine at all times, wearing make up when they sick
convoluted misogynists, signing the mental liberation of women document
can we stop the sh*t?
they hopped on the flow i’m pulling bandit wagons
i’m the monster in the woods, i’m running through ya cabin
laconic in person, king of sonic in all of my verses
no you can not wipe me down, i don’t need boosie detergent
hit ya senses, know you see it, know you smell it, know you heard it
all this information i’m just tryna word it
i made it when jay decide to turn me to a verb b*tch
until then i’m handing out smoke like a herb b*tch

[chorus: james sydney]
going up, mount kili looking for my holy grail
land of broken promises, it’s a holy h*ll
believing in your gods, believing in your idols
immortals and luminaries, that’s a holy survival
5 flames 5 flames
george and bobo aimed the guns when the boys came
5 flames 5 flames
they set the burbs on fire when the verdict came

[verse: james sydney]
it go lebronba, bradyfl
drakehop, beyonceandb
door of ignorance wisdom is key
this a five mic flow, gotta 5 flame me
i gotta do it, i gotta prove it, i gotta show em
i gotta get it, i gotta feel em, i gotta know em
leaders of the new school, they don’t really like us
youtube comments, everybody wanna fight us
narcissus the prototype for selfies
advice from queen mack, advice from king velli
don’t show the world how you deal with the underbellies
make sure my daughter stronger than norse elli
the word rapper still roll off the tongue like b*tch from a pimp
hip hop coming back in rehab with a limp
complain about race it truly doesn’t matter
but economic empowerment, blood splatter

[verse: james sydney]
why can’t there be more than one winner?
why so many losers struggle to eat dinner?
they put in all that work blood sweat time tears
just to lose to trendy poppin beginners
i remember watching basquiat talk about being black and not
when europeans make something it’s picasso
the homies make something it’s negro picasso
we adjective euros when they’re blanco diablos
illegal transactions over apps
trappal and trapchat
the new money laundry, thank the internet gods for that
long as you make it look clean they got gain for that
fast money makers give em 5 stars for that
y’all don’t understand that life y’all just like the look
why is what we say is real life will have you shook?
you spend your whole day around other thugs and crooks
of course you don’t trust nothing but the book
the flow hot like satan in h*ll on a barbeque grill
cooking hot links with hot sauce on em
then he went to kitchen, put some hot fries on em
got d*mn, i miss ye, i went to chi town on em
l!ck her edges like reggie
pull her wig off like troy
while my chocolate in her chips, call me young boy ahoy
yeah, got ya heads ringing, but i’m not a bell boy, yeah
h*ll’s kitchen flow call me h*llboy, yeah
i got my soul on ice, i’m nice with it
either pay attention or the pay the price with it
couldn’t k!ll me with a head shot, boy i’m obie trice with it
lethal bars man i can probably k!ll ya twice with it
sometimes i see black girls and i get a lil nervous
stuttering in sentences don’t know what a word is
am i in love already i don’t know what’s the verdict?
yes, a n*gga did it was a accidental purpose
i ask what pharrell what a nerd is?
he said it’s marrying success but keep flirting
and when you rapping gon and throw your own dirt in
they try to stop your show dunk on em like erving
they be tryna stop the boy from swerving
b*tch, i’ll stop swerving when the curve end
yeah, this that dope flow i let the birds in
yeah, clock in the studio putting work in

[bridge: james sydney]
yeah, five flames, five flames
they should’ve shot the body down when the verdict came
yeah, five flames, five flames
they should’ve burnt the burbs down when the verdict came

- james sydney lyrics

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