RAP RADAR (FREESTYLE)

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Amoneygreen

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They keep asking me
Like what you on aye?
I'm tryna knock these niggas out like Gervonta
I ain't no peewee
But they f*ck with me the long way
You ain't Headed in the direction of the money
That's the wrong way

You can't tell me shit
So f*ck you gon say
Shout my nigga B
Cause he always put me on plays
Never Hollywood but I'm somewhere smokin'
Close to where Bron plays
I can't get jiggy with that shit
If it ain't John Blaze
Gotta watch what you say up on that jack
Cause they might tap your phone
Anybody disrespect the clique
Then I'm clappin' chrome
I'm a chief in the field
Quarterbackin' like I'm Pat Mahomes
She wanna blow my instrument like a saxophone
The hoodie made by Spyder
The 4's it's T. Scott
I got fans in Canada
Yeah that's T Dot
I need to be on the rap radar
Word to B-Dott
These niggas be madd rappers
Where is D-Dot
They ain't DJs
But Envy with no Clue
Of how Son Flexin
How the f*ck you do a album in three hours
All in one session
You know A always gotta come clean
But never confessin
Damn near an OG at 21
I was a young veteran
Too much Charisma on me
That's why she undressin
These motherfuckers talk too much
I ain't with the tongue wrestling
Motherfuck you and the bums heckling
Why you niggas scared to be yourself
That's my one question
Went from waves to braids
Now I'm dreaded ho I'm locked in
I'm in the best shape of my life
Yeah I'm locked in
Wipe the floor with all these rap niggas
F*ck your top ten
I think I got him scared to drop
Now these niggas boxed in
I don't know what you tryna set wit ya style
But it's not trends
I don't care what you got for me
If it's not ends
F*ck nigga
You look like you got cop friends
Still remember when my nigga
Pulled up in that drop Benz
Makin' runs with some Bo's on
Call me Action Jackson
How the f*ck you tell me add it up
And your math ain't mathin
Need to pick up your pace
Cause your ass is slackin
Put a little more oomph in my shit
Rap wit passion
Work the bass lines
Like I'm Jaylen Brown
Fly to California
Just to mail in pounds
Told em to check the score
Bitch who trailin' now
Just left the dock in the yacht
Yeah we sailin' now
Niggas be starin' hard, tryna steal swag
Motherfuckers lookin' hungry
Need a meal bad
Motherfuck that Play-Doh
I need a real bag
Every time I got my lick back
I ain't never feel sad
See em tryin' they hardest
To ignore he great
2040 legend
It ain't up for debate
Bitch nigga took a shot at me
I bet he thought he ate
Think I just killed these niggas
In the first 48

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