“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?