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lirik lagu man on fire – byron bank

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yeah
it’s bank
man on fire n*ggas
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 b*tch, 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 bullsh*t in an envelope
like a stampede, i had to huddle up
took the loss, then i bossed up
like a bar of soap, you n*ggas 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
b*tch, 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 p*rn 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 b*tch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand
man on fire, no hose in hand
murder sh*t 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 b*tch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand
man on fire, no hose in hand
murder sh*t 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t, i ain’t ask you
samuel, pulp fiction, make all these hard truths interventions
there’s a whole lot of sh*t 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 sh*t, it ain’t counterfit
still a lot of y’all never found the sh*t
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 resp*wn, i’m on a k!ll 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 sh*t
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 b*tch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand
man on fire, no hose in hand
murder sh*t 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 b*tch, to hard to contain so they threw the sand
man on fire, no hose in hand
murder sh*t always the plan
i’m still blessing hate with an upper hand

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