"Man On Fire" lyrics
(DT da Kidd)
(Beat those drums)
Listen
I'm startin' to think my competition is nonexistent
Addicted to this fast money, need intervention
I'd rather ask for your forgiveness than your permission
I'm somethin' like an optometrist, baby, trust the vision
I, I, I know what I'm doin', just let me finish
It's okay if I take all the shots, long as we winnin'
In theory, no, really
Nigga play with my cash, they gon' find your ass in a black trash bag like Missy
In that "Can't Stand the Rain" video
Head to the sky 'cause the bottom's one place I ain't finna go
No, I don't rock with you niggas, wouldn't let you hang with a rope
Still on the road to get richer even through rain, sleet, or snow
Mind your business, my lil' niggas spinnin' like a locker coat
Rappers in they feelings, I don't kick it like a soccer coach
I know they can't hurt me, so I never take it personal
The internet can't wait for me to spit just like the [?]
Call it lke I see it and I see the picture perfect though
I live in the glass house, I keep all my curtains closed
This my topsy-turvy flow, made a dream from servin' dope
I come from a cut, I brought my scalpel and my surgeon coat
Cuttin' out the middleman, I want all my dividends
My bank account just tryna A-D-D without the Ritalin
Why you tryna test me like I'm part of some experiment?
I make my money fast, I think Ben Franklin's on adrenaline
She know I don't kiss and tell 'cause Mr. Trip's a gentleman
She's about to blow me like the boy's a SEGA Genesis
You know I been runnin' shit, I'm here to jog your memory
You not real as I thought you were, mistaken identity
I'm a fuckin' magaician, abracadabra-kazam
Now all the rappers that wanted smoke disappeared in thin air
Oh, well, I wish 'em well, it took a lot to get here
You jut a critic, you ain't never left your living room chair
You rappers my stepping stone, the bank is my second home
Go ask the teller, she'll tell you, I'm better off left alone
Here's a tissue
I'm aware I got issues
Yeah, I just made a quarter mill' for signin' my initials
Get like me, nigga, yeah, go and get on the grind
If you dislike me, nigga, pick a number and stand in line
I chase my dreams for real, no need to fantasize
And if money talks for real, your shit's a pantomime
Push on my people and you'll end up pushin' dandelions
(Beat those drums)
Listen
I'm startin' to think my competition is nonexistent
Addicted to this fast money, need intervention
I'd rather ask for your forgiveness than your permission
I'm somethin' like an optometrist, baby, trust the vision
I, I, I know what I'm doin', just let me finish
It's okay if I take all the shots, long as we winnin'
In theory, no, really
Nigga play with my cash, they gon' find your ass in a black trash bag like Missy
In that "Can't Stand the Rain" video
Head to the sky 'cause the bottom's one place I ain't finna go
No, I don't rock with you niggas, wouldn't let you hang with a rope
Still on the road to get richer even through rain, sleet, or snow
Mind your business, my lil' niggas spinnin' like a locker coat
Rappers in they feelings, I don't kick it like a soccer coach
I know they can't hurt me, so I never take it personal
The internet can't wait for me to spit just like the [?]
Call it lke I see it and I see the picture perfect though
I live in the glass house, I keep all my curtains closed
This my topsy-turvy flow, made a dream from servin' dope
I come from a cut, I brought my scalpel and my surgeon coat
Cuttin' out the middleman, I want all my dividends
My bank account just tryna A-D-D without the Ritalin
Why you tryna test me like I'm part of some experiment?
I make my money fast, I think Ben Franklin's on adrenaline
She know I don't kiss and tell 'cause Mr. Trip's a gentleman
She's about to blow me like the boy's a SEGA Genesis
You know I been runnin' shit, I'm here to jog your memory
You not real as I thought you were, mistaken identity
I'm a fuckin' magaician, abracadabra-kazam
Now all the rappers that wanted smoke disappeared in thin air
Oh, well, I wish 'em well, it took a lot to get here
You jut a critic, you ain't never left your living room chair
You rappers my stepping stone, the bank is my second home
Go ask the teller, she'll tell you, I'm better off left alone
Here's a tissue
I'm aware I got issues
Yeah, I just made a quarter mill' for signin' my initials
Get like me, nigga, yeah, go and get on the grind
If you dislike me, nigga, pick a number and stand in line
I chase my dreams for real, no need to fantasize
And if money talks for real, your shit's a pantomime
Push on my people and you'll end up pushin' dandelions
