Radar #618 Lyrics: They not on my radar Bogeys Are bout as rare as haters, I’d name an op, but than I’d be a faker. If Slave to the money, end up buried in the pay dirt, Slain be the only way I’ll end up on a t-shirt, Cause Fame ain’t for me, you lames anger me, Inane, taste for green, hungry like 1k’s something you never seen, But Money come and go, Like a filler up, If it ain’t bout respect for the pen game I don’t give a fuck Y’all ain’t no rappers, y’all just talk funny, Nd if you feeling insecure then you should not bump me, You wack Nd pussy mushy, push me Nd you’ll feed my tummy, Nd Y’all could chase the cake, While I’m like “where the birthday money?” That type a shit be Pesci funny tho, Bragging about a blue check, While I’m like how much rapfame paying you? All these ambassadors, Nd not a one could claim a tune, that hit the main stream, yall in piss creak, wit a top crew? Cool. Whatever floats ya boat, I gun for the kings head, y’all ain’t thinkin passed the moat, Skills I possess, be like demons, witches, Nd ghosts, You thinking that you ahead, till I change the game like remotes. Nd I ain’t saying to push my buttons, but you fuckers better press on, Cause He Go Pussy if I air one out, like wit a dress on, He tuck it, Fuck it, I ain’t a killer, I get shit done. Nd those who claim they reigning, same ones that imma piss on. Finger blast ya bitch then shake ya hand, I’ll Take ya fans, type to spit the truth, yet I won’t take the stand, He Mad enough to Paint my pad ain’t man enough to spray no cans, I Hit the mark with flyings colors, y’all like faggots waving flags. Each Track a hit, back to back, like it’s hard to miss, I Crack’em out the park, Nd land’em where ya parked ya whip, said it’s foreign? that’s a Honda civ, You wanna drip so bad, but breaking a sweats as close as you’ll ever get. I tend to Pen like it’s a battle of wits, But I bet half of you mother fuckers don’t think water is wet, I Tailor fit my flesh, Y’all ain’t comfortable in ya own, Careful who pick wit a bone, This doggy fight like a pit, Enlighten ya spit, These mother fuckers write/rite like a mensch, While I dare defy the deified, Nd every rider of dick for some likes, Nd comments, y’all two faced, mask on, no Halloween, Bitch you could hit that added plus, Nd still could never follow me, The sheeple feel fulfilled when chasing hollow dreams, Huh? Ain’t proving shit tho, he just walking in his sleep, huh? You make believe while I spit Nd make a believer, Nd couldn’t handle battling if I gave’em the levers Watch ya mouth youngin, you look like a bleeder, they trying tell me bout the game, while posted up in the bleachers, Through eating rappers, y’all sweet Nd making my teeth hurt, Nd I don’t need respect from y’all, Id rather put the streets first. 🖕🏽 @modertor_en 🖕🏽 @moder_judge_en @rapfamebest #syla #radar #yeet #2021heat #618 #bdaymoney #featuredfecalmaterial #bmhiphop #bars