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Yeah On The Radar, 2023 6 G-O-D and my broski 2C You know what it is It's a madness and badness, combination Yeah Ayy, grrr On Morningside, got no stick in the ride If I take flicks with the guys I gotta put emojis over like three faces 'Cause the feds can't see those eyes People I shouldn't be beside When I was an actor They would go Stratford just to sell food on Bieber's side Plenty reasons why I'm this way My girl, that's just one reason why Seen you around at Sotto, enough man Baby, you love on some eediat guys Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys You know I'm likе 6'2" in the right shoe, love But you lovе on some medium guys I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 A.M So you see sunrise Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds These must be eagle eyes Pressin' against me, thinkin' 'bout entry Know you could tell it's a decent size You wanna know the real me, girl Say you wanna see deep inside If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag You don't wanna see him reach inside 'Cah we know some demon guys with jealous and evil eyes You know that's how Jesus died You know that's how Julius Caesar died I bet they were decent guys I swear they remind me of me sometimes I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice You never get treated nice Fool you once, that's fine But you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice Two hundred mill' on the table I hope I'm able to get this agreement signed Told you I needed time But really the truth is I don't believe in time Feel like I been here over a thousand years Like since the medieval times And I'm still just a cutthroat king Even though this is recent times A man might dead that we're beefing with But we don't do grieving time Fuck teasing time, if I come inside you, it's breeding time So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll Knew that I made it When I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals Cench might need vaccine when he see how this vid' start going viral If Lita's there Then the mash is there with grains in there like silos The morning rain clouds up my window I swear I feel like Dido J-A-U-M, how it looks when man put you in a jam like typos Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company That's my final Realistic, the shit might N15 Like I'm going through Tottenham High Road If it's beef I'll get that shaved for bread and grease like I'm making giros Or I'm making gyros So much for all these heroes The numbers are good with me as long as it's comma Then zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero Pass me a glass of the vino If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino I tell baby M what she did to the kid, that eyeliner like emo She didn't rock my clothing line When we had one shirt to go with the jeans though Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino Grrr Crocodile tears she ain't even crying Why you swearing to God You don't even believe in Christ What you saying wallahi for You ain't been on your deen, you been eating swine Nah, I ain't the man of your dreams Now you wish that you stayed with ur previous guy It used to be 3.5s Now I can Sell out the O2 arena twice Don't ask what the fee looks like Don't believe all the media hype Like 80% of these people lying Who can I ask when I need advice I gotta work hard it's me who provides Email ybeeez for the feature Look What goes up, must come down So when you're in the air prepare for the landing I did everything that I could for my hood So how dare they say I don't care for the mandem Crib so big I might get out of breath If I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion They're weren't there for the action Tryna round up 300 Spartans We're going to war but we ain't in Athens Everything won't go to plan That's not how it goes, I'm afraid shit happens Rap boy on a footballers wage I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas What's making the haters jealous I think cos the AP's 18 carats They call me my government name in harrods This one ratchet Don't even know who her baby dad is If I Cum inside Then I won't leave till I see her take the tablet He mentioned my name cos he wanted some fame And he ain't established Alright You know the verse gon' hit when you hear that ad-lib Came a long way, I was selling them opium On my lonely but I'm not Ken Carson And my hood red hot Red dot on my head, in my hood I'm a target So driver stay in the whip While I jump out quick don't park it I can Lean out the window & horn it I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte Big fish in this ting no arm bands I can backstroke and swim in a shark tank Drop me in the jungle Tree to tree start swinging like Tarzan 24 inch on the rimz on the Benz I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac Sick of these high rise buildings Flip the script now I'm living on farmland