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letra de on the radar freestyle - your stepdad

[intro]
gang, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
look (splurcetti)

[verse 1]
be yourself, cut the act, you ain’t sipping act’
got her screaming for jehovah, bringing christian back in style
she top me down, i’m blowing up, i’m bringing physics back
think i blew like sixty racks on mary jane and cigarettes and badder hoes with bigger necks, and hoes who want they n-ggas back
i’m better than you n-ggas, bet you ain’t envision that
i had a conversation with yo og and she miss and match
gang, gang
[verse 2]
you ever had ’em in your hands and then you lose ’em cause you insecure?
she don’t got no n-gga? sure
all these b-tches lying but i tend to love ’em premature
i’m just being honest, i don’t got time for you to be immature
foenem say you sinister but what’s making that n-gga sure?
he coming from a place of hurt, d-mn
you should measure all your risks before you gamble all your stakes, n-gga
we was banging noodles, now my shorty tired of steak
college b-tch expensive, might as well be out of state
n-ggas know i’m gifted, b-tch i came from outer sp-ce, aye, aye
i never had a pretty b-tch, she bad as f-ck or pretty average
never been the one to squabble, always one for seeking baggage
dopamine from catching flights since i’m the rapper always traveling
i get rich off writing captions off of tragedies that happened
love ain’t got a science, can’t be scared for what’s gon’ happen
use the weed for crying, i’m too manly for a napkin
can’t be scared for what’s gon’ happen
i ain’t scared to start relapsing, b-tch, gang, aye

[verse 3]
gang, aye, aye
putting my soul in the music, my brodie don’t know that he covered for life
he don’t gotta go be a thug in the night, with the way he was raised it was hugging us right (sauron)
my boo was cold as this coat is with chips and no soda, n0body was holding her tight
n-ggas eleven, the man of the house, never did what my mama had told me
no wonder i’m lonely, b-tch tweaked out ’cause she couldn’t control me
stalk my, d-mn
same old pain from the same old hoes, i’m never learning my lesson
again and again, i be getting my heart broke
day to day talking that sh-t with my n-ggas, we look like gillie and wallo, aye
yesterday we broke up, now we talking again, we f-cking around, and we starting all over
n-ggas forgot what it’s like to be sober
putting my soul in the music, my brodie don’t know
gang, gang, gang, gang, aye
[outro]
chicago invented drill
chicago invented drill
gang

- your stepdad

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