Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
Roger Beat
Roger Beat
Programming
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Producer
Roger Beat
Roger Beat
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor
I said fuck that, I need moola, I'm a robber
You ain't gon' be sure where you grow up, you a liar
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor
I said fuck that, I need moola, I'm a robber
You ain't gon' be sure where you grow up, you a liar
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
[Verse 2]
All a **** know is the street shit
Fuck my teacher, she a ho, she ain't teach me shit
She told me, "Boy, you know you ain't gon' be shit"
I linked up with the plug and he threw me a brick
I'm a dope boy, you a broke boy
You be rappin' 'bout this life, shit ain't no joke, boy
If you disrespect my team then you get smoked, boy
See, it ain't 'bout who you is, it's who you know, boy
If the feds come and get you what you gon' do?
You gon't let 'em take you down, or take your whole crew
With you, is you gon' stay true?
'Cause that's what real **** do, oh
[Verse 3]
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor
I said fuck that, I need moola, I'm a robber
You ain't gon' be sure where you grow up, you a liar
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor
I said fuck that, I need moola, I'm a robber
You ain't gon' be sure where you grow up, you a liar
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
[Verse 4]
I could have went to Howard but I am a trapper
I didn't go to Howard till I became a rapper
They tell me that my papa who I take after
A **** killed my papa, so I was a bastard
My mama couldn't understand what gotten into me
Dropped out of school just to sell cocaine and weed
I got my GED in the Penitentiary
I keep some legs on me like a fuckin' centipede
I rob you for your phone or your foams
I'm wrong
Smokin' on that strong, but my mind gone
I'm so dope, sippin' dope outta styrofoam
I want that gas that see a ghost
Bitch be gone
[Verse 5]
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor
I said fuck that, I need moola, I'm a robber
You ain't gon' be sure where you grow up, you a liar
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor
I said fuck that, I need moola, I'm a robber
You ain't gon' be sure where you grow up, you a liar
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Written by: Marquis King
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