On The Radar Freestyle
[Intro]
(Ayy, good lookin', Ashton)
Yeah
[Verse]
N***as taught to say "I'm okay" when they not okay
When you go through shit, be a man, better not cry, no way
N***as hold it in 'til it turn into a lot of pain
Now he cryin' bullets, he gon' hit your block with Glock and K
Bitches grew up lookin' up to hoes, ain't got no role models
Lookin' up to J the alright Meg and they both mamas
Ain't nothin' wrong with it, get your pro's commas
We just need more Lauren Londons, Michelle Obamas
N***as talk sports rap or go hit the ave'
Naw, three white blocks, he makin' fifty cash
'Cause he tried to go and hoop, but he ain't really rep
Told his self like, "Man, this shit ain't workin', now let's get the bag"
Bitches out the trap doin' hair, doin' nails probably
Walked in the spot, thought it was dope, it smelled like nail polish
Started bendin' over for the money, now her legs poppin'
Now she's prositutin', she want money, she can't stand now
N***as wanna get rich with who they broke with
Bitches can't stay down, don't want no broke n***a
N***as know that, so they call these bitches gold diggers
Bitches never gave no fuck, they don't even know n***a
N***as n***as, bitches bitches, it's a difference
Let's be together, neither gender problems bigger
We need each other, bitch, forget all that division
Bitches fightin', n***as kill a n***a, shit wicked
[Chorus]
N***as hold that shit in until they can't no more
Bitches vent to everybody so the pain'll go
N***as hate when bitches in they business and now he hate the ho
Bitches hate when n***as call 'em that, she say she ain't a ho
N***as hold that shit in until they can't no more
Bitches vent to everybody so the pain'll go
N***as hate when bitches in they business and now he hate the ho
Bitches hate when n***as call 'em that, she say she ain't a ho
(Ayy, good lookin', Ashton)
Yeah
[Verse]
N***as taught to say "I'm okay" when they not okay
When you go through shit, be a man, better not cry, no way
N***as hold it in 'til it turn into a lot of pain
Now he cryin' bullets, he gon' hit your block with Glock and K
Bitches grew up lookin' up to hoes, ain't got no role models
Lookin' up to J the alright Meg and they both mamas
Ain't nothin' wrong with it, get your pro's commas
We just need more Lauren Londons, Michelle Obamas
N***as talk sports rap or go hit the ave'
Naw, three white blocks, he makin' fifty cash
'Cause he tried to go and hoop, but he ain't really rep
Told his self like, "Man, this shit ain't workin', now let's get the bag"
Bitches out the trap doin' hair, doin' nails probably
Walked in the spot, thought it was dope, it smelled like nail polish
Started bendin' over for the money, now her legs poppin'
Now she's prositutin', she want money, she can't stand now
N***as wanna get rich with who they broke with
Bitches can't stay down, don't want no broke n***a
N***as know that, so they call these bitches gold diggers
Bitches never gave no fuck, they don't even know n***a
N***as n***as, bitches bitches, it's a difference
Let's be together, neither gender problems bigger
We need each other, bitch, forget all that division
Bitches fightin', n***as kill a n***a, shit wicked
[Chorus]
N***as hold that shit in until they can't no more
Bitches vent to everybody so the pain'll go
N***as hate when bitches in they business and now he hate the ho
Bitches hate when n***as call 'em that, she say she ain't a ho
N***as hold that shit in until they can't no more
Bitches vent to everybody so the pain'll go
N***as hate when bitches in they business and now he hate the ho
Bitches hate when n***as call 'em that, she say she ain't a ho