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Fleegod
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fleegod was released on November 10, 2017 by Killa Entertainment as a part of the album The Program
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Release DateNovember 10, 2017
LabelKilla Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You don't know just what your soul does
When it's no love and you sold drugs
On the first of the month like Bone Thugs
And the damn fuck just won't budge
And you live right where the crime was
And then Nas bust, you tryna shock us
The grinds on your mind, sell a  nickel and dime without doing time
Don't mind us
[Verse 2]
Still get computers, Putin
New cents, don't care 'bout your two cents
You vent, won't never get the blueprint
Swiss siders, hop in the new thing
Relax 'fore I relapse, these facts
Squeeze, stat, three counts, we eat out
What you call feedback but I don't need that
Believe that, go home with your kneecaps
[Verse 3]
Blowing on Cheech and Chong
On sweetest chrome, to each his own
Made me and Muesli leave alone
Fuck sticks and stones, get beat to bones
You reach for phones, I reach for chrome
Then those gunshots reach your dome
Think thesis poems, you seen all the money and cars
You'd think that Meech was home
Monogamy, nah, possibly do pornography
[Verse 4]
Listen to my philosophy, Cam's autobiography
I sat on Lennox Ave with coke and the crack and the platinum bag
With the MAC in the back of the 'Lac while I'm racking them racks
You looking at endless swag
Your cash is clay, they master yay in the fastest way
Put the gas away 'cause all you gon' hear is
What's-his-name died?
He passed away
[Verse 5]
Pull out the armors, body on lawn
Then to a farm by a bag of hay
You a castaway, Sunday through Saturday, Saint Patrick's Day
Mothers' Day, any other day, Labour Day, Father Day
Your death date on your death certificate is our day
That's what I would say
[Verse 6]
I beg your pardon, Vanessa Carlton
Yeah, we a thousand miles away
Of the Ballet, wearing Bale's
That's outta date, that's our debate
What you wanna eat baby, trout, steak, steak-potatoes
How 'bout baked?
In this city, outta state
I want desert, that pound of cake
You sound this safe, I'm down to base
What's round your place with a pound of tape
Put it round your waist then bound your face
Legs and arms, you down to race?
Written by: Cameron Giles
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