YS the Legend and City $lim - In That Fye

Don't tell me you ain't been in that fire Ain't no pickin' sides, we the ones outside
The city come alive, don't tell me, don't tell me you ain't been in that fire
Ain't no pickin' sides, we the ones outside The city come alive, don't tell me, don't tell me you ain't been in that fire
Whole city come alive for a real one Must know he on fire tryna build somethin
Seem to switch like plies, yeah, real funny
Took a look in his eyes, he don't feel nothin
He done stood in it foot in it gettin' money
Couldn't afford it tryna stretch somethin
Went on tour in that Ford tryna wreck somethin
Mama couldn't even afford it, I don't ask nothin
Pass sum, mad son, mad, these boys won't get off they ass
All that chief, no Indian pass
Lil' boy is still teethin', tryna talk, must be his dad
I can tell they been fiendin' for a drug they don't have
Tell they on defense, waitin' for the pass
Couldn't tell Lil' Steve he was goin' out bad
Bank in all regions, gettin' his bag
Got a whole different meaning when the fire in your hands
Ain't no pickin' sides
We the ones outside
The city come alive
Don't tell me, don't tell me you ain't been in that fire
Ain't no pickin' sides
We the ones outside
The city come alive
Don't tell me, don't tell me you ain't been in that
Fuck a nigga, gotta keep a lil' motion
Know you turn rat when it come to the token
Roll a fat back, get the cat while I'm smokin
Never gotta question me, bitch, I control it
40 on my hip while I smash a lil' vibe
Met her in the A, took her ass to V-Live
Show me to your mama, baby, slam a lil' shy
But let a nigga play, he gon' have to see 5
Smokin' on the leaf size BBL
Niggas ain't street, they be low-key 12
You'll notice me cause the way I smell
Baccarat, got your bitch comin' out her shell
Niggas really soft, they be high-key frail
Last name white, he'll send your ass to jail
When it comes to me, gotta have no smell
Know the recipe, keep it G with yourself
Don't tell me you ain't been in that fire
Ain't no pickin' sides
We the ones outside
The city come alive
Don't tell me, don't tell me you ain't been in that fire
Ain't no pickin' sides
We the ones outside
The city come alive
Don't tell me, don't tell me you ain't been in that fire

Written by:
David Grayson, Stephen Mann

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