Fye (feat. JP On Tha Track)

I keep that fire

I keep that fire on me

I keep that fire on me

Oh-whoa-oh

I keep that fire

I keep that fire on me

I keep that fire (yeah) on me (uh-huh, uh-huh)

(Uh-huh, let go) oh-whoa-oh

Yeah, you know, I ride 'round with it

Broke niggas try to rob, I get it

You know I'm a old school nigga

Fry his ass with a cast iron skillet

These niggas havin' ho ways

In the streets lookin' both ways

Pistol on my lap, ridin' in the 'lac

Listenin' to the O'Jays

What's smoke? I smoke 'em

If a nigga act slow, I show 'em

Wanna know the main reason niggas gettin' killed?

'Cause they back door wide open

Didn't have to rob, eyes belt

Pump fake and call it for help

Gotta play the cards you was dealt

Tell me what's the odds gettin' helped?

Play with me, YN's wouldn't dare

Sig' swear it's Sinclair

Bad bitch with a hairpin trigger, intruders beware

All the lives that we lost in this rap shit don't seem fair

Every time I do a show in my city, shooters follow me there

Rather be caught with it than without it

Everybody say they killers but I doubt it

Everybody say they real niggas

All I see is niggas doin' shit for the clout

You don't wanna fuck around, find out

Mama sittin' front row, let her pout

And they call it nonsense if a nigga die

If he don't know what it's 'bout

I keep that fire (gotta keep it, mane)

I keep that fire on me

I keep that fire on me (it's a must, you never know, bruh)

Oh-whoa-oh