"4life Freestyle (On The Radar)" lyrics
Zionthebeat
Lemme start like this
Said you niggas is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a-, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set shit straight
Said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, "Jenn, you so lyrical, niggas is late", like
I'ma tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, "It's hurtin'"
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
Niggas talkin', but that shit is digital
Fuck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
Niggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual
Bullets gon' make him invisible
Don't need a diss, but you fit the subliminal
Brodie a demon, a criminal
Sendin' out shots and this shit is not clinical
Feelin' prolific, I shoot through the fabric
I'm like Carter, I'm shootin' with Magic
Ain't no bottle, but niggas is cappin'
You 41K, you get put in the past tense
Like wait, like damn
When I walk in the party, she geekin' and tweakin'
I just put shorty down for a drink
She like, "Jenny, you know that I'm fiendin'
I be watchin' your vids in a sequence"
I got a heart and she said I could keep it
We go back to her shit for the weekend
But I gotta go, Tata called up a demon
I'm a demon controllin' the rock
I can't forget when I stay on the block
I was makin' it hot, it's like everyone shot
Like, maintenance, I'ma need a mop
For my brothers, I'm uppin' the score
She a demon, she totin' Dior
Money the movement, I cannot be poor
And that boy, he got dropped, he was droppin' the 4
Like I'm Nicki, pills and potions
And I try to ignore my emotions
Move like I'm Chris, I think everyone hate me
So, my knocker is never on safety
Hood hero, throwin' out six
And if she is a demon, the knock on her hip
And I'm humble like the money raised me
Saw the vision since I was a baby
Lemme start like this
Said you niggas is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a-, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set shit straight
Said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, "Jenn, you so lyrical, niggas is late", like
I'ma tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, "It's hurtin'"
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
Niggas talkin', but that shit is digital
Fuck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
Niggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual
Lemme start like this
Said you niggas is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a-, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set shit straight
Said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, "Jenn, you so lyrical, niggas is late", like
I'ma tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, "It's hurtin'"
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
Niggas talkin', but that shit is digital
Fuck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
Niggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual
Bullets gon' make him invisible
Don't need a diss, but you fit the subliminal
Brodie a demon, a criminal
Sendin' out shots and this shit is not clinical
Feelin' prolific, I shoot through the fabric
I'm like Carter, I'm shootin' with Magic
Ain't no bottle, but niggas is cappin'
You 41K, you get put in the past tense
Like wait, like damn
When I walk in the party, she geekin' and tweakin'
I just put shorty down for a drink
She like, "Jenny, you know that I'm fiendin'
I be watchin' your vids in a sequence"
I got a heart and she said I could keep it
We go back to her shit for the weekend
But I gotta go, Tata called up a demon
I'm a demon controllin' the rock
I can't forget when I stay on the block
I was makin' it hot, it's like everyone shot
Like, maintenance, I'ma need a mop
For my brothers, I'm uppin' the score
She a demon, she totin' Dior
Money the movement, I cannot be poor
And that boy, he got dropped, he was droppin' the 4
Like I'm Nicki, pills and potions
And I try to ignore my emotions
Move like I'm Chris, I think everyone hate me
So, my knocker is never on safety
Hood hero, throwin' out six
And if she is a demon, the knock on her hip
And I'm humble like the money raised me
Saw the vision since I was a baby
Lemme start like this
Said you niggas is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a-, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set shit straight
Said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, "Jenn, you so lyrical, niggas is late", like
I'ma tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, "It's hurtin'"
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
Niggas talkin', but that shit is digital
Fuck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
Niggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual
Writer(s): Matthew Kelly, Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
