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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Darryon Aaron Bunton
Darryon Aaron Bunton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shit, we gon' do this shit right Get in first-line, let it take off You made it brine then I take off Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand City on fire City on fire (last time, yeah, yeah) City on fire (I got ya) (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Coming from the 'Raq, the home of the drillers I'ma buy a home, then see you're home if I miss you Rubbin' on your -, but your mouth is the issue When you run for '24, I bet your spouse gon' be with you Who put this together? Me, that's who We did it, Joe, but what they really do? Save the pep talk, and the TED Talk (Ye) I'm 'bout to send it off (Ye), I'm 'bout to send it off (Ye) Somebody set it off (Ye) well, let me get this off (Ye) Visionary thoughts (Ye) 'fore I could barely talk (Ye) Mind runnin' laps (Ye) 'fore I could barely walk (Ye) They say we never make it (Ye), that's what you thought (Ye) Cross me so much I got nails in my hand City on fire (yeah, Pluto) City on fire (yeah) City on fire Cookin' out the Pyrex City on fire (never had a doubt on the shit, but I told you) City on fire (nigga, I'ma bring it, I'ma, ah, ah) City on fire Cookin' out the bowl, tryna scrape out the paint One day I was high, had to pour the whole pint Woke up in the sky, same money from the bank I'll take it wrapped in plastic, accept anything Cut up the dark with the fetti, nine times Doped up today like I got 99 lives Blood on my money, see the blood in my eyes LaFerrari, bando, two at a time Every time I f-, you gotta tell me it's mine Sinnin' again, I've been winnin' again Tray done got shot, he back spinnin' again Ridin' with the fire, b- ain't never gon' see Walkin' in the day one in the head is a must Dark in my flesh, say it run in my cup Rose gold like a band-aid over my cut Tailored in plush and covered up all this kush Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand City on fire, like Bethlehem Testin' my faith when I fell in the trench Blessings on blessings, they fell in my hand Comin' from the 'Raq, we the home of the drillers Comin' from the hundreds, you got change for a billion? Comin' for the house, real change in a minute When I run for '24, I know my spouse better be with me Hundred feet tall when I stand on the business Look at how we did, everything we intended You don't want no tension, boy, you just want attention I'ma pop up at your house if you pop up in my mentions The bando, count money with a Mac Seen too much violence, done seen too much death Bodies on bodies, got a gang full of them Raised by gangsters, prostitutes and pimps Visit my grandmother in prison on Sunday Talk in third person, won't admit it if I done it Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin' Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin' City on fire Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin' City on fire Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin' City on fire City on fire City on fire Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin' Sh-, we gon' do this sh- right, I got ya Get in first-line, let it take off Cross me so much, I got nails on my hands City on fire
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Darryon Aaron Bunton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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