​radius lyrics

[Intro: kuru]
I'm sick of running from myself (Yeah, yeah)
Just got back from Cali, I'm too—
f*cked up

[Verse 1: kuru]
Just got back from Cali, I'm too sick, I'm feeling bad
Ask me 'bout which whip we in, which one I'm finna crash
Spend a rack on Yohji, flipped it all in like a flash
Yeah, it's Lucy, Wells, and Ku runnin' sh*t, we make 'em hot
Please tell me to stop, huh, I can't ever stop
I keep going, you can't turn me off, I feel just like a bot
I keep goin' 'round the clock, I can't f*ck with none the cops
Honestly, I'm gonna spend a bag, I don't care 'bout the cost
Yeah, spend all this sh*t and you don't even fly, it's no wonder I don't wanna talk, yeah
Brodie be sittin' at our table, I ain't gonna do all that sh*t, that sh*t [boss?], ayy
I'm gonna paint that picture like I'm f*ckin' Bob Ross

[Verse 2: quinn, kuru]
(Watch how I, watch how I, watch how I work)
n*ggas know my steez, they know my—, huh
n*ggas know my steez, they know my style, they know my swag
I don't keep receipts, I cop that sh*t and then that's that
I don't have a plan, I got the cans, I'm moving fast
Cobra taking hella f*cking drugs, ayy
I could turn your OGs to a b*tch, let's run them ones, ayy
I see some of me in y'all, I swear y'all is my sons, ayy
With the way they movin', should've raised them from the jump, ayy
If you need it, you can come and cop from me
I got Addy, I got tabs, I got Molly and some weed
Keep the Xans for the white hoes 'cause I'm tryna tax, ayy
Any way that I can make a couple racks
What I'm doing ain't yo' business, better mind it, that's a fact, ayy
What you looking at? I'm tryna catch a tag
b*tch, we do this sh*t 'cause it's just what we do, don't need a bag
But I gotta say, if you ain't making money then you sad (Fah, fah)
[Verse 3: kuru]
I don't even like to—, (What?) go, go (Go)
I don't even like to rap, this sh*t a side quest
Either way, my cup lean, I'ma die if I sip Hi-Tech
Crowd jumping, think they waiting for my project (Go, yeah)
Yeah, I'm with my [?] that's a movement
I don't like to talk much, I go out and do sh*t
Brodie with the evil pack got 'em movin'
We sell out a show real quick, got 'em groovin' (Go, go)
I touch down with Fk, I'm with Pra
I just hit up Upper West, I'm with Xavier, I'm with Sa
Like, f*ck, put this Yohji on my body 'til I die
Like, woah, I can't rock with none the chatter, I think he fried
I'm on go, think I got the whole world in my fingers
I'm not gonna stop sh*t 'til I get my figures
Jumpin' off the walls like I'm Yuma from World Trigger
He ain't countin' money, he on net, okay, I figured