“On The Radar” First Hour Out Freestyle

[Intro] Uh Dawg Shit Records Real Rx Big drug rich, the real one Uh [Verse 1] Just came home, bought a new pendant Know how you feel when it’s niggas saying you finished They slid masked up, they don’t know who did it A hundred-round-drum, this bitch’ll shoot a few minutes Nigga, we ain’t have dreams of getting Bugattis Cuz just beat an attempt, then caught a new body They tryna hit my youngin’ with like 25 He jumped out broad day, shot ‘em 20 times A quarter brick of raw; that’s what the Carti’ cost He ran down on ‘em and made ‘em take the Carti’ off I was in the prison yard, making prison calls This bitch don’t answer two times and shе gon’ piss me off I got’ smoke five sticks just to еase my mind It must be glue with my Glock, cause it won’t leave my side Shout out my nigga Stew, he the living truth If it was a stove in here now, I’d make him cook a deuce If the stove don’t work then use the microwave I had to pay my mom bills, fuck Michael J’s I slide the door back, shoot with the Micro Drac' Ayo, I really played corners with bundles of raw Bundles of grams, halves of slabs stuck in my draws Ducking the law, clutching the rod Ready to—, pft, up it and—, pft, ah [Interlude] Hold on yo, hold on Y’all could keep going? A’ight fuck it, hold on Uh, yeah Hold on This is for my nigga Fay man Long live then boys man Fuck outta here [Verse 2] I’m from the, bottom of bottoms Grittiest of grittiest Tommy’ll spot ‘em, miss me with the silly shit Papi, he got ‘em Wrist froze, really lit Masi’ I’m sliding Kick goal, iffy shit Big Glock on my waist, keep my pants down Put your hands up, before it be a man down I’ll have a stand-off with ‘em ‘fore I stand down I hand grams out and still break grams down [Interlude] Yo, you can’t run the beat back? Hold on, you can’t— Yeah, yeah Fuck that, hold on I got more nigga These niggas wildin’ What, nigga? Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout man, listen, yo [Verse 3] I was just in prison with the lifers, nigga I just beat a nigga ass, on Rikers nigga Lot of niggas talk shit, but they don’t like a nigga Got the—, pff Switch on the glick They like "Papi really sick as a bitch" I’m sick as it get, and I been on some shit I paid half a brick of the sniff for my wrist I paid a whole brick of some shit I could—, pff Ayo, a whole stick out the clip, it’ll flip the biggest truck I’m still that nigga, and I don’t give a fuck Slide the door back, turn a nigga brains into a doormat [Outro] Ah, yo fuck it, cmon We done, fuck it, psh Dawg Shit Records, man Real Rx, man Love live them boys Free them boys Big drug rich, the realest, the real one nigga It’s me, I’m him, I’m not them I’m Him Jones I’m—, I’m Him Duncan I will beat a nigga ass and stomp em in my Himberlands I been him, I’ma always be him I’ma stay him, I’m not them You understand me?