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letra de under their radar, over their heads - illmac

[verse 1: illmac]
tryin’ to hold back from puffin’ dro
sittin’ in the lab like “f-ck it” though
i keep my head high when the money’s low
besides blood everything come and go
i know… i’ll die for the day that it’s mine for the takin’
grind for the paper, no time to be wasted
i drive in the am and think about the lives that i’m changin’
sayin’ amen, behavior is wild
he’s an atheist prayin’, but it’s too late for savin’ him now
and i know… burner c-cked back
i’ve learned a lot, you can’t turn the clock back
you stirred the pot, that’s when you heard a shot, blap!
i only learned to pop that when i heard a pac track
i’ve earned my spot, they not a threat
here today, could be gone the next
and it’s true that anything is possible
so while i’m watchin’ you, you better watch yo’ step
no options left, so i’m goin’ for next
sick of bein’ broke, so i’m goin’ for bread
but i’m close to the edge, now f-ck if they play hard
i’m under they radar and over they heads

[chorus: illmac & j-rome]
i ain’t really tryin’ to play with y’all
if you talkin’ and my name’s involved, then quit frontin’
‘cause i ain’t been one to take a loss
if i did, i just shake it off like it’s nothin’
ain’t sh-t, i’m under they radar and over they head

[verse 2: illmac]
tryin’ to hold back from lettin’ go
cats in my corner won’t let me though
my, my people let me know
if it’s on, they got me and expect equal
i know… i live for that moment
get in the zone when i’m seekin’ the chips
only reason i spit’s to get what i owe ’em
i’ma keep it legit, my, my, my…
my people hold me down, they seen me hit my lows
both feet stay on the ground, they keep me on my toes
never call off, i’ma get the town buzzin’
i ever fall off i’ma hit the ground runnin’
i’ma put it down, won’t sit around buggin’
if you need a fix, you can get it now, cousin
i’ma plead the 5th, what you suppose to do
lie through your t–th when you know the rules
my purpose: to earn paper, coachin’ you
what i’ve learned is the term “hate” is overused
go for the throat, so i’m goin’ for necks
sick of bein’ broke, so i’m goin’ for bread
but i’m close to the edge, now f-ck if they play hard
i’m under they radar, and over they heads

[verse 3: illmac]
tryin’ to hold back from losin’ it
the way i act, the way i move is sl!ck
i live what i rap, i’ve proven it
they listen to my tracks like, “who is this?!”
and they know, my halo, it only shows when
my pay roll is straight but it ain’t though
if i stay broke they’ll be broken
so now they packin’, huh? they act like i’m impressed
i’ve never been the one to make no idol threats
f-ck with my pay, lay your head back down
nothin’ in my way, no set backs now
any loss you hand me, i just up the ante
see, they thought they had me ’til i crept back ’round
i got a hard head, and even harder d-ck
when i’m with a chick or when i’m countin’ chips
or when i’m in the whip bumpin’ our sh-t
go for the throat, so i’m goin’ for necks
sick of bein’ broke, so i’m goin’ for bread
but i’m close to the edge, now f-ck if they play hard
i’m under they radar and over they heads

[bridge: illmac]
under they radar and over they heads
under they radar and over they heads
under they radar and over they heads
over, over they heads, over, over they heads

- illmac

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