Into The Flame by ThatGuySoda Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna fall so I gotta stand tall
Feet on the ground and my back on the wall
I work so hard and I ain't never get shit
But I kept on grindin' and rhyming cause in due time I' ma be rich
And that all off rap, I' ma take my niggas out the trap
I'm put my momma in a benz, oh fasho nigga that's a facttttt
Its Friday, rollin' weed on the highway, reminiscing bout the old days
High as fuck playing sade
That's legendary, yea that's legendary
Man I love this shit, second week of February
But the game brings pain and its hard to maintain
I wonder will it change when I reach the fame, or will it stay the same
Shit you never really know, until you really blow
Sold out shows, hoes backstage with a nose full of coke
Tryna get a buzz, cause they know u got a buzz
And their favorite song is your song
And now they all in love
[Talking]
And that's how it goes
Once you make it to that certain position in life
Everything changes
Just make sure you changing for the good
And not for the bad
And never forget the ones that were there in the beginning
[Verse 2]
I done walked thru fire
To make it right here (yea)
And I ain't going nowhere
I walked thru fire, to make it right here and I swear to god I ain't going nowhere
Finally, I got my shot, I took the shot, now their hands in the air
Cause I made it, fuck nigga I made it
I started off as a local now I'm on the local station, this my passion
She herd my song come onnn, she started dancin'
She like soda he be swaggin'
Real nigga tho, putting on for my team and city
I'm here and all my niggas with me
Puffin on a blunt, cup full of diddy, 80's baby I'm so jiggy
I just want to have it made, 4 cars and a house on the hill
Young general going for the mills gotta watch for the fake when shit get real
Some people they can relate
Soda dope like he moves weight
We good like a-ok, in the streets with the bands like a parade
Work hard, never clock out
No time on the grind gotta watch out, for the fakes and the jakes when they hop out
Try to stop yo ballin' like a lock out damn
I don't wanna fall so I gotta stand tall
Feet on the ground and my back on the wall
I work so hard and I ain't never get shit
But I kept on grindin' and rhyming cause in due time I' ma be rich
And that all off rap, I' ma take my niggas out the trap
I'm put my momma in a benz, oh fasho nigga that's a facttttt
Its Friday, rollin' weed on the highway, reminiscing bout the old days
High as fuck playing sade
That's legendary, yea that's legendary
Man I love this shit, second week of February
But the game brings pain and its hard to maintain
I wonder will it change when I reach the fame, or will it stay the same
Shit you never really know, until you really blow
Sold out shows, hoes backstage with a nose full of coke
Tryna get a buzz, cause they know u got a buzz
And their favorite song is your song
And now they all in love
[Talking]
And that's how it goes
Once you make it to that certain position in life
Everything changes
Just make sure you changing for the good
And not for the bad
And never forget the ones that were there in the beginning
[Verse 2]
I done walked thru fire
To make it right here (yea)
And I ain't going nowhere
I walked thru fire, to make it right here and I swear to god I ain't going nowhere
Finally, I got my shot, I took the shot, now their hands in the air
Cause I made it, fuck nigga I made it
I started off as a local now I'm on the local station, this my passion
She herd my song come onnn, she started dancin'
She like soda he be swaggin'
Real nigga tho, putting on for my team and city
I'm here and all my niggas with me
Puffin on a blunt, cup full of diddy, 80's baby I'm so jiggy
I just want to have it made, 4 cars and a house on the hill
Young general going for the mills gotta watch for the fake when shit get real
Some people they can relate
Soda dope like he moves weight
We good like a-ok, in the streets with the bands like a parade
Work hard, never clock out
No time on the grind gotta watch out, for the fakes and the jakes when they hop out
Try to stop yo ballin' like a lock out damn