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PERFORMING ARTISTS
1K Phew
1K Phew
Performer
Zaytoven Publishing
Zaytoven Publishing
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Composer
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Composer
TM88
TM88
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Glenn Isaac Gordon
Engineer
Zaytoven Publishing
Zaytoven Publishing
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Zaytoven) They think I'm anonymous (go) I'm steppin' like a hippopotamus (okay) I'm not by myself, it's a lot of us I don't pray by myself, it's a lot of us When I move in the street, I be cautious (yeah, I be cautious) I'm in the trenches like, where is the love? They holdin' it hostage (where is the love?) How can I find it, where can I find it? (Uh) Time to go do the assignment (assignment) You think I can't redefine it (redefine it) You know we changin' the climate (climate) You can still see all my diamonds (diamonds) They tried to take all my dogs away Cruella de Vil, he tried to spin, I told him to chill (told him to chill) Losin' a brother, I know how that feel (I know how it feels my boy) Streets on fire (come on), streets on fire (fire) Streets on fire (fire), streets on fire (fire) Please don't die, please (please) Streets on fire (fire), streets on fire (fire) I pray for Atlanta when I'm in the city (I pray) I'm speakin' up just so the trenches can hear me It's hard to put smoke out when you in the chimney (it's hard) Too solid fasho, it's not on me, it's in me Came a long way, like some Indian Remy (came on a long way) Never been scary for battle, just send me I'm from the jungle, no, you cannot pimp me Even your barber know he cannot temp me I miss the city when I'm on the plane I miss the city, 'cause it ain't the same Takeoff, we love you, I put that on gang Skoob, we love you, I put that on game (Skoob) Talkin' to God, I'ma put it in slang They tryna pipe up, but don't got the energy (pipe up) I need bifocals, I'm lookin' for frenemies They gon' lie with their hand on the Bibly We finally made it, but still need direction Flooded my neck and my wrist, blessing (my wrist) I know some people just switched, lesson Almost got hit with that Smith, Wesson (almost got hit) I made a choice and I quit, guessing Pull up the church and I'm big, flexin' Just told the usher I got a confession I'm with the deacons that tote the protection 'Cause the streets on fire (come on), streets on fire (fire) Streets on fire (fire), streets on fire (fire) Please don't die, please (please) Streets on fire (fire), streets on fire (fire)
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Glenn Isaac Gordon, Xavier Dotson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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