Don Trip - Man On Fire lyrics

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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