Byron Bank - Man on Fire Lyrics

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, fuck rice a roni
Coma out where the meds at
Feed the streets where the bread at
Tell side chicks where the head at
I use to give a fuck now I'm fuck 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 fucking late
Spazzing out like a episode
Fuck a Post Malone, this a pick and roll
Black John Stockton, when I give and go
That's my porn name, so I fuck '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, fuck 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 counterfeit
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 motherfuckers 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