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Man On Fire
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Byron Bank
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Yeah It's Bank Man on fire niggas Yeah I stay locked and loaded, just to have a moment So much on my back that I got to tote it Y'all sick to your stomach, so you gotta coat it I'm eating bitch, f*ck rice a roni Coma'd out where the meds at Feed the streets where the bread at Tell side chicks where the head at I use to give a f*ck now I'm f*ck that Holy flow when I'm spitting though It's so critical, you gotta feel it though Had to tell myself this just a year ago Address all the bullshit in an envelope Like a stampede, I had to huddle up Took the loss, then I bossed up Like a bar of soap, you niggas washed up See it's pain and hunger, what it costed us Go hard on a lunch break Never take a brake on a drive, that's a given and a mistake Wanna see smoke, so I must say Bitch, I been lit, y'all f*cking late Spazzing out like a episode f*ck a Post Malone, this a pick and roll Black John Stockton, when I give and go That's my porn name, so I f*ck ‘em slow These power moves, but I'm not a ghost Been a star, you ain't gotta toast Fake friends had a lot of those Circle small, no a lot of folks This a major key and a high note Here's a PSA and a side note Every accident is on purpose hoe Andele', see y'all heard the man Say you want the smoke but it's second hand, you don't understand It's a fire bitch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand Man on fire, no hose in hand Murder shit always the plan Still blessing hate with an upper hand Andele', see y'all heard the man Say you want the smoke but it's second hand, you don't understand It's a fire bitch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand Man on fire, no hose in hand Murder shit always the plan I'm still blessing hate with an upper hand Never looking back, f*ck a rear view I'm so Ford focused with a clear view Still Dodge shit, it's a challenge too Bugatti dreams, I'm tryna wake too She got soup coolers, what them lips do I got black bill, and they past due It's a credit check, not cash fool I dispute shit, I ain't ask you Samuel, Pulp Fiction, make all these hard truths interventions There's a whole lot of shit I don't mention Like where's Waldo, he's gone fishing Looking for the same sense that's common missed Anonymous, the store's out of it You can't buy the shit, it ain't counterfit Still a lot of y'all never found the shit Watch the Visionworks with my plain sight Only said it once, I'll never ask twice Nice dog with a mean bite Lite work, hang the frame right No respawn, I'm on a kill streak Here's the broom and pan for a clean sweep Jawbone, I saw her last week I agree with you, I can't stand me Since the flames lit, all I do is hit Aim for the head and try not to miss Welcome any rapper tryna sneak diss With an empty toilet, ain't got shit So I came up, and keep my head up Went hard everyday, never eased up Back then motherf*ckers ain't love us Now it's all in the past, that's true enough Andele', see y'all heard the man Say you want the smoke but it's second hand, you don't understand It's a fire bitch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand Man on fire, no hose in hand Murder shit always the plan Still blessing hate with an upper hand Andele', see y'all heard the man Say you want the smoke but it's second hand, you don't understand It's a fire bitch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand Man on fire, no hose in hand Murder shit always the plan I'm still blessing hate with an upper hand
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