[Intro: Milton Biggham of The Florida Mass Choir]
I know I got religion
I belong to the noisy crew (Heh, heh)
You see, we shout when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh (Have you been tried?)
[Verse 1: Fredo]
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
Yeah, these guns don't bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finessе kid, you can never lie to a liar
But Frеd got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes, they'll 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
[Verse 2: Meekz]
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 times bail, no forensics, this a Deezy 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 up the stove and 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
I know I got religion
I belong to the noisy crew (Heh, heh)
You see, we shout when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh (Have you been tried?)
[Verse 1: Fredo]
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
Yeah, these guns don't bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finessе kid, you can never lie to a liar
But Frеd got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes, they'll 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
[Verse 2: Meekz]
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 times bail, no forensics, this a Deezy 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 up the stove and 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
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