On The Radar Freestyle

[Intro]

Live

Londo on the track, ya know?

Shout out the mandem

London to New York

Ay

[Verse]

I don't wanna hear no more of this postcode rap

I'm flagging the Union Jack

Thank God UK back on the map

Now I'm tryna put UK rap on my back

Cap, all of their captions cap, they ain't done this or that

I thought shortly just got the BBL till I seen how it jiggle and clap

Aye mad, everyday I'm live, Monday live, Saturday, Sunday live

Chat shit on my niggas, I gotta back out the scissors, I'm cutting ties

I was like nine when I found me the love of my life, and still money on my mind

Money is time, so when I'm late for the meeting, I'm saying uncle drive

Aye, which one of them, not one of thеm can

I'm different, not one of thеm man

I'm sending my addy on text, and

She pulling up her in the hairband

I'm driving the GLE tinted, like I want to put my bro through the airbag

Or I'm trying to send myself to the Gulag

Hmm, still trying to keep it civil

Yeah we came a long way from little

Gyal all think that I'm single, and they all want to know my skin routine

Why? I don't get pimples, UK I don't smoke on Cali

Ironic, cause back then I tried 419 for a Cortez trackie

Old school like Faze or Dappy, better check my catalogue

I got gyal from ends and ones that pose in magazine catalogue

I'm digital, they analogue, I rap a lot, they cap a lot

I'm in New York with a ESTA, bro back home flying packs on a Vespa

I got American gyal talking about chopped cheese sandwich, what does that mean?

Come to the fore, show you bout chicken and chips, Maggi and rice and peas

I told my jeweller I want the diamonds with more colour than Nike IDs

I seen guys get love on Spotify, not real life, they're buying their streams

Psst, Meedi, stepped in with a 10 out of 10, whose friend is a 10 out of 10, how greedy

Bad one want me to tap that shit on my Snapchat, tryna get streaky

Last year I sell out the show, this year I can sell it again, that's easy

Believe me, trust me

Livest in the city, pretty boy through [?]

Real grinder, no 9 to 5, I don't feel pressure

Any day, whatever the weather, I still pull up and its pepper

Feel me, London, stand up

Baby, you're gonna be the one that save me

You're gonna be the one that change me, I need rollies and them APs

Man's hot like crack in the 80s

Ha ha ha, Live