Through the Fire

I don't, I don't know you
Don't act the way you do
Lord please help me
Lord please help me
Through the fire
Through the fire
I'm helpless
Through the fire
I'm so selfish

Slide in the game, J my pinkie ring
Hundreds on hundred's, how I'm keeping thangs
We takin' off slow
It's B on B season, let's go
Yeah we raisin' standards like it's iPhone
And we dedicate this album to the mom folk
When it's up, when it's down, He got control
This beat some petrol
So rev it up, mo'

Aye, I don't like that gang life
I don't shoot that thang right
I got all the angels on my side I got that fame sight
I don't eat no cold food, I just eat that soul food
I been praying Jesus coming sooner save the whole crew
Aye, I've been doing it right
Aye, aye, I've been doing it right
Aye, aye, I've been doing it
I've been doing it
I've been doing it right

I don't, I don't know you
Don't act the way you do
Lord please help me
Lord please help me
Through the fire
Through the fire
I'm helpless
Through the fire
I'm so selfish



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Henry
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