On The Radar Freestyle

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

On The Radar, 2023

6 G-O-D and my broski 2C

You know what it is

Some madness and badness, combination

Yeah

Ayy, grr

[Verse 1: Drake]

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 comеdian guys

You know I'm like 6'2" in the right shoe, lovе, but you love 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 beefin' with, but we don't do grieving time

Fuck teasin' time, if I cum inside you, it's breedin' 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, asking 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, then I line her 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

Grr

[Verse 2: Central Cee]

Crocodile tears, she ain't even cryin'

Why you swearing to God? You don't even believe in Christ

What you sayin' wallahi for? You ain't been on your din, you've been eating swine, nah

I ain't the man of your dreams, now you wish that you stayed with your 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 eighty percent of these people lyin'

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 landin'

I did everything that I could for my hood, so how do 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 weren't there for the action

Tryna round up three hundred Spartans, we goin' 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 footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas

What's makin' the haters jealous? I'm thinking the AP's eighteen karats

They call me my government name in Harrods (Uh)

This one ratchet, don't even know who her baby dad is (Nah)

If I cum inside, then I won't leave 'til I see her take the tablet (Nah)

He mention my name 'cause he wanted some fame and he ain't established (Huh)

Alright, you know the verse gon' hit when you hear that adlib

Come a long way, I was sellin' 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 and horn it, I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte

Big fish in this ting, no armbands like a backstroke how I swim in that shark tank

Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree, start swingin' like Tarzan

Twenty-four inch on the rims on the Benz, I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (Huh)

Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script, now I'm livin' on farmland (Huh)

[Outro: Drake, Drake & Central Cee]

Hmm, grr

Alright

Alright

(Hahaha)