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letra de on the radar first hour out freestyle - rx papi

[intro]
uh
dawg sh-t records
real rx
big drug rich, the real one
uh

[verse 1]
just came home, bought a new pendant
know how you feel when it’s n-ggas saying you finished
they slid masked up, they don’t know who did it
a hundred round drum, this b-tch’ll shoot a few minutes
n-gga, we ain’t have dreams of getting bugattis
cuz just beat an attempt, then caught a new body
they tryna hit my youngin’ with like 25
he jumped out broad day, shot ‘em 20 times
a quarter brick of raw; that’s what the carti’ cost
he ran down on ‘em and made ‘em take the carti’ off
i was in the prison yard, making prison calls
this b-tch don’t answer two times and shе gon’ p-ss me off
i got’ smoke five sticks just to еase my mind
it must be glue with my glock, cause it won’t leave my side
shout out my n-gga stew, he the living truth
it was a stove in here now, i’d make him cook a deuce
if the stove don’t work, then use the microwave
i had to pay my mom bills, f-ck michael j’s
i slide the door back, shoot, with the micro drac’
ayo, i really played corners with bundles of raw
bundles of grams, halves of slabs stuck in my draws
ducking the law, clutching the rod
ready to—, pft, up it and—, pft
[interlude]
ah, hold on yo, hold on
y’all could keep going?
a’ight f-ck it, hold on
uh, yeah
hold on
this is for my n-gga fade man
long live then boys man
f-ck outta here

[verse 2]
i’m from the, bottoms of bottoms
grittiest of grittiest
tommy’ll spot ‘em, miss me with the silly sh-t
papi, he got ‘em
wrist froze, really lit
masi’ i’m sliding
kick goal, iffy sh-t
big glock on my waist, keep my pants down
put your hands up, before it be a man down
i’ll have a stand-off with ‘em ‘fore i stand down
i hand grams out and still break grams down

[interlude]
yo, you can’t run the beat back?
hold on, you can’t—
yeah, yeah
f-ck that, hold on
i got more n-gga
these n-ggas wildin’
what, n-gga?
f-ck you talkin’ ‘bout man, listen
[verse 3]
yo, i was just in prison with the lifers, n-gga
i just beat a n-gga ass, on rikers n-gga
lot of n-ggas talk sh-t, but they don’t like it n-gga
got the—, pff
switch on the gl!ck
they like papi really sick as a b-tch, i’m
sick as it get, and i been on some sh-t
i paid; half a brick of the sniff for my wrist
i paid a; whole brick of some sh-t i could—, pff
ayo, a whole stick out the clip, it’ll flip
the biggest truck, i’m still that n-gga
and i don’t give a f-ck
slide the door back, turn a n-gga brains
into a doormat

[outro]
ah, yo f-ck it, cmon
we done, f-ck it, psh
dawg sh-t records, man
real rx, man
love live them boys
free them boys
big drug rich, the realest, the real one n-gga
it’s me, i’m him, i’m not them
i’m him jones
i’m—, i’m him duncan
i will beat a n-gga ass and stop em in my himberlands
i been him, i’ma always be him
i’ma stay him, i’m not them
you understand me?

- rx papi

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