On The Radar Freestyle Lyrics

On The Radar Freestyle Lyrics

Part I

Yo, EARTHGANG, you know what it is, uh, uh

One day you're here, can't stay too long, next day I'm gone

Tell the plug, "What's the hold up? I'm tryna roll up," get in my zone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I got to thank the weed man, decompressing my day

Got me reconstructing my life how I want to see it, I play out

Blow my problems away way before I go blow my brains out

Medicate then I meditate, make a way out, no way now

Ain't never been this hot, I'm out of space, it ain't no way down

Gravity ain't got shit on a bitch, I got to thank the strippers

Sometimes we all be tripping, in need of release in tension

Suspension of iller feelings and frustrations we be dealing

Nah, baby, I ain't cheating please come with me if you feel it

We need some reconnecting, the energy's misdirected

The chakras is disconnected, they line me from floor to ceiling

I gotta thank the liqour, remind me I don't need her

Every day that I wake up, my head is busting with fever

Poured out for my niggas, remind me the Lord is with us

Took shots with some gorgeous bitches

Time traveled in my sleep, I got to thank the poison

Whatever that it [?]

One day can't stay too long next day

One day you're here, can't stay too long, next day I'm gone

Tell the plug, "What's the hold up? I'm tryna roll up," get in my zone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I restore the balance if you can understand it

Really comes natural to me, I can give a fuck or get jealous

Cook up the schematics always more than one recipe

The elephant in every room I'm walking in

No prolonging the obvious, life shouldn't have audiences, now is how we all exist

I done spend thousands and thousands on baby-mama shit

Still, I'm outside raw-dogging and I'm partying

Lesson never learned, smoking better herb, acting worse

I don't need liquor, man, I always had the curse

'Fore they put me in the dirt, fuck around and break a family curse

I ain't made a tenth of what my talent deserve

I'm just a ghetto samurai, family ties full of suicide

Nothing else was strong enough to take our life

I ain't fighting demons, dancing with them in the candlelight

I don't need a reason, chaos really is the place I thrive

I say

One day you're here, can't stay too long, next day I'm gone

Tell the plug, "What's the hold up? I'm tryna roll up," get in my zone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

Part II

I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't

I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try

I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head

Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand

Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher

Wa-Wa-Wa-Water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé

I surely feel like I'm drunk

I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch

It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up

Fuck what you heard, nigga shit, gon' spin it

Been independent, still with my twin, he can finish my sentence

I don't know her name, but she one of my bitches, number exchange

And I'm runnin' up in it, no funny business, I ain't on no weird shit, might probably spill this

I ain't t-boz, and I sure ain't chilli', is it just me or the energy shiftin'?

Nigga growin' up, might live to be the villain

When a nigga die, hope they put me on buildings

I'm out the space, you can never come near this

I heard your tape, but I really ain't feel it

Fresh out the woods, where they follow my footprints

Credit store fucked up, know I got good dick

Swervin' through the hood, brake screechin' like woodwinds

I don't think about much, I really just do shit

I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't

I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try

I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head

Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand

Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher

Wa-wa-water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé

I surely feel like I'm drunk (Yeah)

I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch (Yeah)

It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up

I'm fuckin' Lady Luck inside my spaceship truck with her ankles up

She like it long, she like it wide, and she sure love it rough

I can't get a break, and she can't get enough

Shit, okay

Scotty come beam me up, come clean me up

Somebody come clean me up, on the scene I strut

I ease like water on leaves, I glide on beats, I fly, I swim, I ski

In eighty degrees, make these hoes freeze

My nigga, please, my bank account got angel numbers

Can't nobody save you but yourself

I listened to God and talked to the Devil

He'd do wonders for my health

I died on Friday, came back Sunday

Turned up Monday, man, what else?

She said I taste like mango, dress like Django, still wanna eat me up

You the weakest link, no we can't link up

Keep things untouched, don't speak on such, I'm so in love

I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't

I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try

I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head

Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand

Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher

Wa-wa-water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé

I surely feel like I'm drunk

I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch

It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up