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letra de on the radar freestyle - nino paid

[intro]
oh yeah, this sound bad, i can hear myself
yeah
(f-ck n-gga) yeah
ayy, turn me up
uh, uh
don’t think i’ll ever be this— (yeah)
yeah
yeah, don’t think i—

[verse]
don’t think i’ll ever be the same again
i’m suicidal, walls just keep on caving in
i tried to lock my pain and problems out, they started breaking in
i started losin’ hope, i lost my vision of me makin’ it
i tell ’em that i’m hurtin’ deep inside, they think i’m fakin’ it
it’s lonely but my uncle told me, “life is what you make of it”
it’s sad, but you gon’ make me mad ’cause sympathy, i hate this sh-t
my mama left me out to dry, it’s crazy now, i hate her
crazy whеn you get somewherе in your heart, and they keep breakin’ it
i miss the old me, i started to wonder where he went
i take the praise for when i’m sad, they understand me when i vent
i lost jada to the pressure, she don’t know how much she meant
why i’m givin’ n-ggas money and i’m the one behind the rent?
i’m the one that’s going through it, but i can’t bring myself to vent
i got used to countin’ losses, takin’ everything to the chin
like what’s the chances i’ma lose, and what’s the chances i’ma win?
what’s the chances that you ride and that you stayin’ ’til the end?
the pressure knockin’ at my door, i’m sayin’, “here we go again”
pressure knockin’ at my— yeah (pressure)
before we go to heaven, n-gga, we gon’ all go through h-ll
mama prayin’ for me, and i know in her heart, she mean well
i got used to fake love, so when it’s real, i can’t tell
brodie locked right now, we beefin’, that’s ’cause i don’t send him mail
[?] say she hate me, got me feelin’ like i failed
think i turned my back on her, i was comin’ back for her
you the only blood i got, so in my eyes, you my daughter
she don’t know that if she die, i’m giving all i got for her
she don’t know that if she die, her big brother gon’ be hurt
you would think these n-ggas bustin’ way i’m puttin’ n-ggas first
the way i rap about my pain, you start to think a n-gga dirt
way i rap about this sh-t, you can say i’m still hurt
and you can lie f-ck with the gang, you gotta catch a k!ll first
don’t need to pop a pill first, i’m finna put ’em in a he-rs-
(f-ck n-gga)

- nino paid

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