The Zeddywill “On The Radar” Freestyle (PHILLY EDITION) lyrics

[INTRO]
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[VERSE]
Look, now I'd be lying' if I told you I was tryin'
Picked a beat, go in pro-tools, and now I'm frying
Told you I was done with all the hoes, I was lyin'
If the hoes every need (di*k) I'm supplyin'
No NBA, big dog sh*t, Zion
f*ck a break-up, over money? Yeah, I'm cryin'
What you think you special, first class what you flyin?
You probably feeling real presidential, n***a Joe Biden
But I'm coming, No hidin'
I stay in the crib, so what, What's the problem
You got a beat box [?] left you ain't got 'em
She want her box beat, all night, no problem
You see them new Js just dropped? I'm coppin'
Why you steady lurking' on my page just watchin'?
You could get slapped, other words Chris Rock-en
Wanna get rich, while the times tick-tockin'
Do that hip sh*t, keep on tick-tockin'
I don't wanna link, why you think I'm flip-floppin'?
Put me on the mix, they gon' have to [?] 'em
Why you in my pics? I might have to keep croppin'
We just had sex, ain't gon' lie, yeah I liked it
I said I got a girl, so you know you gotta be quiet
I need a Ice Spice beat, tell me where is Riot
And no I'm not a munch, tell that n***a I just buy it
Thought I was feelin' you? Hell no
Shawty I'm a player head, shoulders, knees and (toes)
Know some n***as playin' ball, That'll probably make the pros
But they stay up in the hood, cause' they'd rather make the (dough)
I really need a new number, everybody in my phone
If you callin' and I don't know you, leave you at the (tone)
It's been a long damn time since I called my n***a tone
I ain't calling him, he ain't ever picking up the phone
This a three-man everybody get one
You get ha, you get ha, Wait, why I'm left with this one?
Wait a minute, why I'm left with this one?
No, no, no we ain't bout' to have fun
Pointing down if you lookin' at my thumb
Run, I'm bout' to run, sh*t, Run, I'm bout' to run
Usain son, two words about my life, good sh*t
Elevator never wanna work, that's hood sh*t
Study everything to be like me, text book sh*t
Tell em' put me in the next Creed, left hook sh*t
Why you gotta kick me outta' class?
Why you gotta kick me outta' class? I'm a good kid
Oh, cause' I wanna make jokes? That's some bullsh*t
Look, long as you don't call my mom, Then I'm cool wit' it
(Don't call my mother please, that's bad for both of us)
(Let me get that next one)
[Transition in to CHA CHA]