Strlng - CampFire

Burnin' through the trees I ain't talkin' oak
Know I got the fire gon' and lemme stoke
I stay with the lines but I don't do coke
All I know is real never been a hoax
Humble in real life but on tracks I boast
First I caught the wave then I rocked the boat
My spirit animals a f****n goat
You shouldn't cross me like a f****n moat
On my Beast Mode Jones when I get to flexin'
Things I do are bigger cuz ya boy in Texas
I'm ya girls first pick now that's an interception
One day imma quit well that's a misconception
Told ya bummy boys I'll never fade away
Like a kid that's grounded know that we don't play
Yeah I got em bouncin' ain't no ricochet
Boy I got the traits so I stay makin that dope shit
Big shout out to H.E.R you know Ster be staying focused
Try to skip my turn you get burnt up like a roach clip
Why you think you fools elevated? You elotes
On this side we good, we ain't bugging ain't no locust

Got the buzz
And we goin up
Til' we stuck
Runnin' out of f****s
Never outta luck
In the cut
Fellas cut a rug, ladies shake ya rump
Gettin' buck
Till the sun is up
Yeah you know wussup
Boy I'm slumped

And still rollin up aye yo what a day
On my blade imma kill it just to save the human race
Feelin' great and you know I got the sauce like Chic-Fil-A
Couples dames say they wanna drink but they don't wanna pay
Well ok
But they better bring that a** my way
If they if with bull, then imma say olay
If they cool well I then Imma let em stay
Take her home make her sing Janelle Monet

I'm rappin' boy from jersey
Bars is sweeter than a Hershey
All the haters wanna curse me cuz I got they girl so thirsty
You just under par you birdie
I be sicker than some scurvy
Got em sayin' we're not worthy
I'm amazing ain't you heard me?
Flow be holier than clergy
But my clothes ain't really churchy
Killin' beats got no attorney
Steady macin word to Bernie
The mate been doin great since all the tapes with Thomas Hervey
Back then I was always dreaming like I went and won Kentucky derbies
Now I'm up
And I'm allergic to down
Don't know if I'll touch the ground
Sterling gon stack up the pounds
Workin I'm workin no lounge
Fingers be itchin no fleas
Guess I must get to the cheese
Guess I must Get it with ease
Yessir I know I'm a beast
Busy like bee
Best believe that we

Got the buzz
And we goin up
Til' we stuck
Runnin' out of f****s
Never outta luck
In the cut
Fellas cut a rug, ladies shake ya rump
Gettin' buck
Till the sun is up
Yeah you know wussup
And still rollin up ayo what a day
On my blade imma kill it just to save the human race
Feeling great and you know I got the sauce like Chic-Fil-A
Gettin' classy ratchet so we ra-Shay

Written by:
Sterling Daniels

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