On The Radar Freestyle - Drake

Yes sir, baby On The Radar Radio freestyles Yo, DD Osama is in the building I'ma step out, he ogn' step in and kill this, aight Let's go Grrah, grrah, grrah Every opp shot Grrah Grrah-bang Drop the fuckin' 4's, you heard (It's Kosfinger, baby) I'ma start it like this 'cause they all on dick Yeah, I'm smokin' on so many deads Fuck BK and I'm droppin' the hat See, shh, I'ma blast You smokin' on bro and ya' other niggas jacked it EBS, everybody shot Don't got love for the Bronx, only love for my block Free Keem, he was really on hots And it's crazy, I'm up now they all on my dick 83 home, that's really my rib Me and Notti and in the crib, really took that risk We was creepin', itchin' for a hit Bend blocks on feet, throw shots to the V Tryna clear the whole scene I call up Ddot, he throw more than three If I spot me a nine, we put him in a ditch, grrah Niggas is broke but they talkin' on Notti Spin through, start flockin' for Dotty I lost my niggas, they feelin' this pain On the gang, let it rain If you know then you know, bitch, we aimin' for brains I call up Benzo, bet he go insane And he said, "Harlem K." But he textin' my phone for the feature Don't talk 'bout the books, man, they not on the bleachers He not from the court, should've never believed him Backdoor open so don't let the opps in I ain't comin' if I can't bring the knocks in 'Cause of my brother, for him I'm flocking So when Notti get leaked get to blasting Opps on dick now we gotta pack 'em I'ma superstar totin' a bastard, grrah I'ma start it like this 'cause they all on dick Yeah, I'm smokin' on so many deads Fuck BK and I'm droppin' the hat See, shh, I'ma blast He was talkin' on bro and ya' other niggas jacked it EBS, everybody shot Don't got love for the Bronx, only love for my block Free Keem, he was really on hots And it's crazy, I'm up now they all on my dick 83 home, that's really my rib Me and Notti and in the crib, really took that risk We was creepin', itchin' for a hit Bend blocks on feet, throw shots to the V Tryna clear the whole scene I call up Ddot, he throw more than three If I spot me a nine, we put him in a ditch, grrah-bang Yeah man, yeah man, yeah an

Yeah, I woke up this morning and put on my fit On some typical white boy shit Khakis and white socks, black kicks I ain't sleepin' fourteen hundred mins Tan, cos, it's a sin, I was up all night studyin' trig' Took my exam and said bye to my clique I wonder if Mr. Smith knows I'm lit? I wonder if Mr. T knows that I keep a stick? In my pencil case I got a grip Keep it on me even when I piss Head on a swivel like moms with they kids Yes, I keep it on me while I'm pissin' One in the head in case my opps dissin' If I have a bad day and I'm missin', got some extra ammunition 'Cause a Carti on my wrist, got a Rollie on my left I got friends that'll switch, I'm just waitin' 'til they step, step I got a TEC in a tech, haha, so don't make me upset You just losin' money in the street Dice, cards, you can't bet on yourself I just want the money, give a— about the fame Wasn't with me in the rain, then she cannot be my main I don't like her attitude, she do it for her gang I'm married to the game, only hundreds in my— grrah They like, "Mabu, you cap in your rap" How you know what I did? Slide through the T's and I'm yellin' out, "Poop Gzz", I really rap what I did If he cap about buyin' a feature, I load up his balance and switch out his SIM Yes, I know I'm a kid, yes But tell me I'm cappin', I'm poppin' your lid They say Mabu's a industry plant, haha, are you dumb or you high? I just bodied a beat while recitin' pi, your life is a lie Try to set me up on a hit with a chick, ha, I'm cuttin' that line Goodbye Grrah-grrah I'm not a cop, I'm not a cop-cop-cop Was about time they know who runnin' this shit, grrah Gang-gang-gang