On The Radar Freestyle Pt.2 lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yes, sir, baby, On The Radar Radio freestyles
Yo, Velly Vellz in the building for part two of his On The Radar freestyles
I'ma step out, he gon' step in, alright? Let's go
Grrah
It's Spazz, lil' b*tch
Grrah, grrah (JDDM, this is fire)
Grrah, grrah
It's Spazz, lil' b*tch
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, look

[Chorus]
n*ggas don't bleed how I bleed
n*ggas ain't never on nothin'
Life give me lemons, I got me a squeeze
Heard that your brother got hit up
I'm with the killer, sippin' on lean
Never the man in the middle
You want a bowl? Come get it from me
You could get it from me, n*gga
But you know that it's nothin' for free, n*gga, like
Can't wait 'til I see n*ggas
I ain't never been less than a G n*gga, like
When I pull down this ski, n*gga
Then I promise you don't wanna be with 'em, like
Bro tryna bleed n*ggas
I ain't smokin' on 'em 'less my 3 hit 'em, like (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Hoodie down, it's the season for killers
Better stay with your heat through the winter
Got some n*ggas who'll run in your house
Tie you up, then they eatin' your dinner
Look, b*tch, I post up where they f*ck with that rock
And it look like a scene outta "Thriller"
Just let me know what the bluffin' about
'Cause I know that your bro ain't no killer
f*ck the judge, free the gang
sh*t not the same, got me goin' insane
n*ggas jackin' 300 for clout
Boy, you know you ain't never take risk with the gang, like
If he don't got a hit, then you know that that n*gga can't hang
And ain't none of these n*ggas my opps, but I do see a couple of stains
Know they say it's gon' pour when it rain
n*gga, we got umbrellas for days
Up the Hill, n*ggas mad 'cause they losin' the war
Better go get y'all head in the game
Velly Osama and Milly Hussein
Tryna turn a f*ck boy to a strain
n*ggas better not play with my name
I done blew every chop, never been in a range
I ain't switchin' for fame
n*ggas thinkin' they hot 'til that temperature change, look
Man, this sh*t not the same, I lost my brother, it fill me with rage
Long live the guys, I remember them days
Bring 'em back now, I'll give up this fame
Rest up, lil' Berry, I'll ball on your name
Said you smokin' on bro, it's like callin' your grave
n*gga stupid, he thinkin' he brave
I'm like, "f*ck it, they fallin' the same"
And them—, always hate when we come to the block
'Cause they know that we got it on flame
If you know you a b*tch, better stay off my di*k
And you better just stay in your lane
When you speakin' on Dixce, better talk with respect
You get shots speak on brodie in vain
[Chorus]
Look, n*ggas don't bleed how I bleed
n*ggas ain't never on nothin'
Life gave me lemons, I got me a squeeze
Heard that your brother got hit up
I'm with the killer, sippin' on lean
Never the man in the middle
You want a bowl? Come get it from me
You could get it from me, n*gga
But you know that it's nothin' for free, n*gga, like
Can't wait 'til I see n*ggas—
Never been less than a G n*gga, like
When I pull down this ski, n*gga
Then I promise you won't wanna—
Bro tryna bleed n*ggas
I ain't smokin' on 'em 'less my 3 hit 'em, like (Grrah)

[Verse 2]
One up top, it ain't never on safety
I'll be damned if I'm lettin' 'em take me
f*ck 12, they know not to chase me
With his b*tch, now I'm spinnin' with Stacy
.38, ain't no way they could trace me
I been lookin' for Officer Bracy
Pop a Perc', now a n*gga feel lazy
Somethin' tellin' me, "Do somethin' crazy"
I be buggin', they know I'm a hothead
It's a whole lotta n*ggas I flocked at, look
I talk my sh*t 'cause I got that, look
It ain't a Glock, he ain't cop that, look
n*ggas be actin' like n*ggas be demons
'Til them lil' n*ggas get shot dead
Gotta keep one in the head
Know some n*ggas that'd still'll be here if they copped that
These n*ggas know I'm a hothead
.38 won't jam, can't stop that
Smokin' that boy that got shot dead
n*ggas shooters, but they never flocked back
Tell 'em n*ggas to get off my di*k
'Cause them n*ggas ain't takin' no risk
Gotta stay with that pole on my hip
I'll be damned if I go out like—
[Chorus]
n*ggas don't bleed how I bleed
n*ggas ain't never on nothin'
Life gave me lemons, I got me a squeeze
Heard that your brother got hit up
I'm with the killer, sippin' on lean
Never the man in the middle
You want a bowl? Come get it from me
You could get it from me, n*gga
But you know that it's nothin' for free, n*gga, like
Can't wait 'til I—
Never been less than a G n*gga, like
When I pull down this—
Then I promise you won't wanna—
Bro tryna bleed n*ggas
I ain't smokin' on 'em 'less my 3 hit 'em, like (Grrah)

[Part II]

[Intro]
Smxke Bang
M-M-M-Murder on my mind

[Chorus]
I'm too real for a lot of this sh*t
Had enough of that sucker sh*t, can't be around that
Ain't no love in this sh*t
Gave my all to the streets and that sh*t never gave me a dime back
If we brothers, then we should be winnin' together
This sh*t shouldn't feel like a contest
n*ggas dyin', I wonder if I'm next
Keep a pole, I ain't ready to die yet
n*ggas act like they down for the ride
When it's time to go slide, they don't pick up the .9 next
All these n*ggas be fake, when that sh*t start to show, it be hard for a n*gga to digest
And I know I signed up for the streets
But I really wish sometime I ain't sign that
I just pray 38 get that time back
n*ggas dyin', I wonder if I'm next, look

[Verse]
Put my all in this sh*t
I'ma get somethin' back, give a f*ck if it's blood
n*ggas kept showin' me they wasn't with me while I was consistently showin' them love
I gave my last to a n*gga
I really thought he was my brother, my homie, my thug
Got in a jam and he showed me what's up
Found out that he wanted none of the above
How you gon' switch? You was really my brother
Found out that you was a whole undercover
I gotta go with my gut
I be knowin' what's up, but this sh*t only makin' me better
I swear I seen the red flags in these n*ggas
But I thought that we could just get it together
I thought that we would we better together
Show me the truth, better later than never
I blame myself for a lot of this sh*t
I should've been put a stop to this sh*t
I think these n*ggas be really forgettin' who really put on, who the top of this sh*t
Long live the guys, really wish y'all was here
'Cause I really wouldn't go through a lot of this sh*t
I went and tatted y'all names on my body, so everyone know I'ma die for this sh*t

[Chorus]
I'm too real for a lot of this sh*t
Had enough of that sucker sh*t, can't be around that
Ain't no love in this sh*t
Gave my all to the streets and that sh*t never gave me a dime back
If we brothers, then we should be winnin' together
This sh*t shouldn't feel like a contest
n*ggas dyin', I wonder if I'm next
Keep a pole, I ain't ready to die yet
n*ggas act like they down for the ride
When it's time to go slide, they don't pick up the 9 next
All these n*ggas be fake, when that sh*t start to show, it be hard for a n*gga to digest
And I know I signed up for the streets
But I really wish sometime I ain't sign that
I just pray 38 get that time back
n*ggas dyin', I wonder if I'm next, look
n*ggas dyin', I wonder if I'm next, look

[Outro]
I told AI that we gon' see better days
To the money, myself, I'ma dedicate
I ain't finna keep givin' my breath away
n*ggas ain't on my time, I'ma separate
And I think that it's time that I set it straight
I'ma blow by myself
I ain't never need help, so I don't give a f*ck if you feel a way
Anytime I end up in a cell, I be there by myself, I don't need n*ggas anyway
I swear most of these n*ggas just in the way
Got a clip full of hollows, you feel a way
So my gun stay hot like the end of May
n*ggas doin' this sh*t to look good on the net
I be tryna make sure that I get away
And these n*ggas can say what they want
But on bro, they know—, n*gga—, I'm throwin' like Tampa Bay
I just pray that my 9 never jam up
Tell 'em, "Free all the guys out the slammer"
And Milly was there
They gave bro all that time for that sh*t, he was only a tear up
When the judge say you gotta do two hundred months, I bet the toughest n*gga tear up
And if that n*gga told on the gang, then I bet you you won't see that f*ck n*gga near us, grrah
Damn, sheesh, sheesh