Southside Vic “On The Radar” Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:]

Southside
Ay

[Verse 1:]
Finally, Somebody who can rap in this b*tch
Southside my name, I left all my chains in the D
I didn't bring the crew, nobody behind me is jumping around
All that sh*ts cool but, I need yall to focus on me

Let's get this b*tch poppin' and bubblin' and steamin'
f*ck all them n*ggas and f*ck all they reasons
I wanted Pam what the f*ck is a gina
I wanted JLO back when she played Selena
I was in Tampa, I seen my old teacher
He asked for a feature, I'm uppin' the ante
I feel like jamie when he finally f*cked fancy
I also write jingles come get you a hit
Bеfore all of this I worked customer sеrvice
She say, "that make sense boy you nice as it get."
I took a band and I bet on the Bengals
If Burrow don't win then I barely got rent
I'm chained the f*ck up like I sent you at Nino's(?)
I'm chained the f*ck up but I can't play the fence
I hit the casino with all of my c-notes
I feel like Ray Charles I keep takin' risks
For those who don't know, I'm Southside Vic
Everything goes, everything swish
They love me at the Chelsea they adore me at the Rits
I got a five hoes, I deserve six
Wanna do it big, when I was a kid
Wanna be one thing, you know what that is?
A baller, baller, baller
Wanna be a baller, and a shot caller
I know I'm God's favorite, imma still play for all ours(?)
f*ck around and call him, but I can't call it
I'm a trendsetter, might bring back hydraulics
I'm back and buffed up brolics slight alcoholic
Hit the dice game I'm surprised they ain't rob it
Rose say I'm back to back heard somebody in the back
Scream out Luka Doncic they did I'd promise
Rose say I'm back to back like was calling back to back
Wanna sign n*gga can't sign
You wanna sign me you gotta sign my brothers
I'm just like Giannis
You wanna sign me you gotta sign my brothers
Can't have one without the other
Y'all better ask Bubba I'm a bad motherf*cker
Chad said it's my churn Bobby say it's my-
n*gga I know it's my churn, Everything I make butter
I can't rock with these n*ggas, I'm Rocky in russia
Been a cold summer, Hope you ready for the summer
I need Chloe off of Gunna and that's not a shot at Gunna
n*gga that's a shot at Chloe, I'm that n*gga and you know it
Ninja Turtle Ooze I'm in New York glowing
I'm in New Motherf*cking York, The Journey here one short
Used to be Baby Boy, Not no more
Now I'm more Snoop Dog, f*ck your port lil n*gga
I'm on the Radar of Course, When I get more off the charts
I'm more my son gon bury me, I cried during that part in John Q
I relate, some say I got too big a heart, Cut a piece off every day stick some to my art, this the piece y'all get today
My whole life is a movie, This my favorite part
Last night I went hard, I really did I swear to god
Had this black five father recognize me in walmart
He said he loves my work he must not know I'm bout to spark
He knew I'm bout to cook cause I had cotton in my cart fire in heart
Burning up with doubt, like maybe I'm just not a star
Maybe I'm just not that nice, Maybe I'm just not that raw
Used to think that way before, but I do not anymore
Backstage with quinta brunson She was nice as she was short
Only bring that up to say that I can finally get it large
But I'm trying to do it larger and I'm trying to do it bigger
Tryna get a dollar, Listen to my momma
She say Vic they might rob you like they did what's her name
Momma I ain't what's her name, They play me like I'm what's her name
I'm sending n*ggas to Valhalla
Southside, Beat the block up in a baby blue Impala
Navy blue inside it I got royal blue inside it
I got all the blues inside it My soul Painted blue inside it
Real smooth how I'm sliding, Might tell Tom Holland he ain't the only one crawling
I'm problem
Crawling
I don't know what I'mma do yet I don't even
Yeah
Cook up my
Cook up my
Sometimes I, Don't know what I'mma do yet
Cook up my ramen with two eggs, I got a lil noodle
Take a lil thang, Th-The room get to turning like roulette
I'm watching on Friday, I'm rooting for big worm to shoot Craig
SHOOT CRAIG
They played with yo money go stupid and noobid
Heatin on the n*ggas who ain't doo sh*t, I got some exes who swear we ain't through yet
Too bad my life is a movie you could've been in it, Now you gotta watch it on bootleg
Telling I'm the biggest one stepping, The best one rapping
Ack town legend, f*cking my b*tch only time I come second
She say that I'm c*cky she's actually projecting, I'm out of my body I'm astral projecting
This is my spirit that's rapping this second, My body is still back in texas
In Fort Worth probably, My Mom and Aunt Polly
My b*tch out in Bali, I drove to LA
They offered to fly me, I had to bring something I knew I couldn't fly with
Been up for weeks, and it's weakened my body, I keep having dreams that they PnB rock me
No disrespect I'm just saying that they got me, I talked to my Auntie about it
Her husband's a pastor, They lifted my spirit and prayed for body
They told god to watch me, He don't need to watch me
He just need to watch whoever gon try me
Last thing I want is to hurt a black body, but think sh*t a game you get sent to the lobby
I am finally, On The Radar
I think that felt good