The Mustafa “On The Radar” Freestyle (Feat. Duvy) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mustafa, Mustafa & Duvy]
Took my n*gga on vacation a few blocks away
He just came home for some gunplay, wanted beauty, but gave the wrong fade
Hundred grams to get paid
The finish line is the red tape
I could feel what you don't say
You haven't slept in six days, doing drills in a dream state
Doing drills from any pain, in any way
Shoutout my shottas, shoutout my shottas
If there wasn't a problem, maybe they would be scholars
Shoutout to my shottas, essaie ma chaleur
If we didn't armour, I think we would be fathers

[Verse 2: Duvy]
I'm you you do it for
Hope you ain't givin' out info
If they keepin' it solid, keep 'em real close
Thought you was my dawg, brought the jakes to my front door
Momma said, "Why you bring guns inside the house?"
Trafficking colours, was stackin' my blues
I went so hard just to lose
I put a knife in my partners back, I felt confused
Got youngings out dyin' to kill
They out there dyin' off pills
Could you understand? It's real
Wish I had all my family here
Murder, my love language, blood on my pole
Blew him a wish, they blew him a wish
pus*y died by the Rabba
Seven shots, hit up his partner
Shoutout my shottas, shoutout my shottas
Mhm, hmmm-hm
[Verse 3: Mustafa, Mustafa & Duvy]
Summer days in the back of the bandos
The shells and the hollows
We were the first wave, the city will always know
Billboard in your hood, where we livin' rent free
Drums on clips like we're scorin' a movie
When the money comes in, we're buyin' a new crate
A Rollie with a blue face
I rather buy my dawg a new tape
Shoutout to my shottas, shoutout to my shottas
I made them a promise, we'll end what they started
Shoutout my shottas, shoutout my shottas
Shoutout my shottas

[Verse 4: Duvy]
Money can't buy happiness, I still need that
How I have no heart, and I still felt bad?
Eventually I had to fall back
And I'm still holdin' your deepest secrets
I was so deep, I'm gettin' seasick
You ain't doing nothing? Then you leechin'
The block put their faith in me
I ain't never understood, would you ever believe?
Good memories priceless, you livin' cheap
You stuck on the bad signs, still grievin'
I need more murder, I'm fiendin'
I need more murder, I'm fiendin'
[Outro: Mustafa, Mustafa & Duvy]
Who do I appeal? Oh, less pain
But let's put him in a deep dream
Can't live, but I can't leave
This hood needs me
This hood needs me
This hood needs me
This hood needs me, yeah
This hood needs me, yeah