"On The Radar Freestyle" lyrics
Blood on the money, blood on the leaves
Bodies on ya steps, I was walkin' through the P's
Alotta peer pressure giving powers to my schemes
Just bought a scale, time to bottle up my dreams
Two 12 skinnies, I was following a fiend
Nights like this, I'm plucking hollows off my sleeves
Still masked up, every day Halloween
Food on the table 'cause starved with the G's
New drone work, had to call it "The Machine"
[?], you know you talking to a King
Louie monogram, playing chess with a queen
I ain't Dame Dolla, had to switch up my team
Studied rules and parameters, slimy with tarantulas
Mops in the closet, shit I coulda been a janitor
Just left Paris, now I'm on my way to Canada
Thats a French connection, I ain't even have a manager
New distribution put a missile in a canister
Next 12 guage is gon', knock 'em off the banister
Name on the banner, game on the scanner
Living off designer, I got plays in Atlanta
Hiking up the hill with the dirt like a camper
Had to pay the bills, by the first, time to man up
Twenty-nine lots full a stock, like Santana
Sleepin' with my Glock, heard a knock, cock the hammer
Sittin in drop with a bop playing Sampha
Shit so fire, ion wanna clear the sample
6-7-0, I was running down Randle
Stripes in the X, like a young Mickey Mantle
Count dead presidents, I'm still lighting candles
Streets made a vandal, Mom made a vanguard
Came right back, had to hit 'em with the Sham God
On the parkside, filling O's like a scantron
Legends of the summer, killing season like Cam'ron
Got a little motion then you gotta put your mans on
Niggas taking stands, that ain't, really what they stand on
I could smell pussy, you a box full of Tampons
10-toes down, there ain't nobody that I ran on
I'm a made man, not the one to put your hands on
Hot in the trap, I couldn't even turn the FAN on
Bodies on ya steps, I was walkin' through the P's
Alotta peer pressure giving powers to my schemes
Just bought a scale, time to bottle up my dreams
Two 12 skinnies, I was following a fiend
Nights like this, I'm plucking hollows off my sleeves
Still masked up, every day Halloween
Food on the table 'cause starved with the G's
New drone work, had to call it "The Machine"
[?], you know you talking to a King
Louie monogram, playing chess with a queen
I ain't Dame Dolla, had to switch up my team
Studied rules and parameters, slimy with tarantulas
Mops in the closet, shit I coulda been a janitor
Just left Paris, now I'm on my way to Canada
Thats a French connection, I ain't even have a manager
New distribution put a missile in a canister
Next 12 guage is gon', knock 'em off the banister
Name on the banner, game on the scanner
Living off designer, I got plays in Atlanta
Hiking up the hill with the dirt like a camper
Had to pay the bills, by the first, time to man up
Twenty-nine lots full a stock, like Santana
Sleepin' with my Glock, heard a knock, cock the hammer
Sittin in drop with a bop playing Sampha
Shit so fire, ion wanna clear the sample
6-7-0, I was running down Randle
Stripes in the X, like a young Mickey Mantle
Count dead presidents, I'm still lighting candles
Streets made a vandal, Mom made a vanguard
Came right back, had to hit 'em with the Sham God
On the parkside, filling O's like a scantron
Legends of the summer, killing season like Cam'ron
Got a little motion then you gotta put your mans on
Niggas taking stands, that ain't, really what they stand on
I could smell pussy, you a box full of Tampons
10-toes down, there ain't nobody that I ran on
I'm a made man, not the one to put your hands on
Hot in the trap, I couldn't even turn the FAN on