Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Fire, artist - Dave.
Date of issue: 21.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In The Fire |
I know I got religion |
I belong to the laws and crew |
You see we fought and we get happy |
That’s the way we push them through |
Oh |
(Have you been tried-) |
Have you been tried in that fire? |
I heard bullets sing higher than Mariah in choir |
Spent a lot of time trappin', now I’m tryna retire |
But the shit runs in my blood, and I’m the guy they require |
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still |
All my niggas just admire the fire |
Bro squeeze and he miss, but we admire a trier |
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar |
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days |
I gotta write them in my notes, they be ignitin' the page |
Grindin' on cold nights, puttin' light to the flame |
Now there’s no flame that can melt the ice in my chain, yeah |
I really put the ice in rice for the 'caine |
Me and Santan, you won’t see nothin' like this again |
That’s my young boys again, on the glide with the flame |
I just really hope your block came with fire-escapes |
Before my entrance, I took the fire exit |
Tried and tested, about twenty times arrested |
Two times guilty, no comment, I guess they guessed it |
Couple time bail, no forensics |
This a easy pendant, I don’t need a necklace |
We stay protected and connected |
It’s the energies I’m blessed with |
And now they watchin' like Netflix, had me doin' next shit |
Tryna get rich, but what’s rich? |
Took more losses than Boris |
I sold more boxes than the post-office |
Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid |
Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain |
And sold robotics |
If you fell in my fire, you probably roast on it |
Heat on the stove, I put hope on it |
Cah they don’t care 'bout our lives, I put my soul on it |
I’m done tryna be somebody to some nobodies |
I’m bein' so honest, and they don’t know porridge |
If I get burned while I’m watchin', higher learnin' |
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that’s a Russian and a German |
That’s your phone ringin', you can hear the beep |
You won’t be saved by the bell when you hear the screech |
And it’s so deep, open, ocean |
This man escapin' some shells they can barely see |
Me and bro raisin' hell, we gon' share the heat |
Now put us in the same cell, we gon' share the sleep |
I’m my brothers keeper (It's deeper) |
I’m my brothers leader (Speaker) |
I’m the eldest |
The one who had to make a name so the bells ring |
So nobody would trouble my siblings in this whirlwind |
My older cousin wasn’t known for nothin' |
Never had no one I could call, but I was old in somethin' |
I’m diggin' deep with tool like I’m known for plumbin' |
Somethin' in your chest like it’s robatussin |
Word to arsonist, I burn all this |
I stood in front of all three dragons and heard «Dracarys» |
And now we’re jumpin' out G-Wagons and murkin' parties |
Man are comin' out with bangers and dirty dancin' |
Nobody puts baby in a corner |
I uplift my girl, like I’m Swayze in the water |
And if it’s already written, maybe I’m the author |
So accustomed to the fire, I get shivers when I’m naked in the sauna |
How, many times have they mistaken me for Scorcher? |
I’m lookin' in the mirror, sayin' «Justin, just cool, huh» |
Send Ghetts downstairs and tell them «Just bring me water» |
And tell Ghetts I put somethin' in the formula |
I’m focused, I don’t need to burn the kush |
This is Moses speakin' to the burnin' bush |
I stood in front of the fire and learned to cook |
Finished my verse and never heard a hook |
Riskiest numbers, this jungle, stick through your youngers |
He’s hungry, picked off the fungus |
Kept humble, slipped him a hundred |
Yeah, lived in a dungeon |
Those AirMax, which nigga stung them? |
Can’t walk in my shoes, you could be riskin' a bunion |
The government’s twisted |
I cover this shift to cover this Christmas |
Forget them old friends, I’m done with those bitches |
They color coded my brothers and sisters |
Run the rhythm, you’re a brother, but you run the rhythm |
Try accusin' me of colorism |
Blinded 'cause you look at me with tunnel vision |
I was fallin', but I’ve gone and risen |
Is this nigga trusty or Sideshow Bob when he’s creepin' on Krusty? |
Streets keep me tusslin', people disgust me |
Racist disease, that shit that disgust me |
Don’t touch me on the streets with the sweeper |
'Cause the streets pretty dusty |
And I’ve always had love for genuine people that bust me |
Santan and the gang advicer, I’ma check him out, I’m a analyzer |
She was callin' me an antagonizer |
Let me sanitize, where’s the sanitizer? |
(Jheeze) |
Just flutter by, he said «Giggs can you handle this?» |
He said «Float like a butterfly» |
I bring truths, but they love a lie |
Plans, I’m the man you should run 'em by |
In the fire, been tried |
Affected the way I been wired inside |
You can hide or glide |
I could’ve been deported |
That’s the definition of a «Fight or flight» |
You can type all you like |
I know about homeless |
Immigration, they took me from my mums arms |
Fuck a gun charge, two swords, I’m a Ronin |
Błaszczykowski, I’m tryna score with the Polish |
Pain in my eyes, plans of me stayin' in the guide |
With a vision that will changin' my life |
Crimes on the rise, hates on the rise |
Feel like everythin' but my mum’s pay’s on the rise |
«Did you come through?» |
that’s the question |
Affording a burner was never mans problem |
Adoption, we couldn’t find homes for the weapons |
By the station, we got polls, no election |
In the fire, been tested |
Before I had money, it was time I invested |
Nothin' change, still time I invest in |
Watch-game delicate, Tutankhamun, it’s money in skeletons |
All I gotta do is point, they’re gonna sever his head |
And tell **** that we’re better as friends |
Nights that I can’t remember with some people I could never forget |
Caza Cruz, you could bet a Nusr-et |
Don’t make me call a young gunner in the back of a ped |
Slappin' a lead, civilians grappin' your friends |
There’s chaos on the main road |
They called choppers and PEDs |
All because of some shit that you said |
I got killers with me (Killers with me) |
And they love me, they make a mans heart stop |
The shit you find horrifyin' gets laughed off |
I’m like Meekz, bro, I won’t stop, can’t stop |
Yeah, it’s kinda different when the fire’s what you start from |
In the fire (Yeah) |
Have you been tried in the fire? |
Oh (Yeah) |
Have you been? |
Do your research to travel |
Don’t see, don’t really see the corners of the world that ain’t really interest |
you |
And then, ehm, you know, 'cause then you meet new people |
And then those people will tell you new stories |
Then you become a voice for the voiceless |
I mean, you should ask Daniel, really, where he goes to find himself |
'Cause I don’t know anything, I’m just speculatin' |
More importantly for you and your family |
You then get to ask the questions and answer the questions |
About where you were made |
Like «Where you come from, Where you’re goin, London, Lagos, LA» |
The journey is the film |