ON THE RADAR CONCRETE CYPHER

作词 : Miles McCollum/Cameron Butts/Karrah Schuster/Justin Daniels/Dillion Caster/Brandon Mitchell/Spencer Jewesson/Andrew Rincon/Roger Ball/Vivian Cherry

作曲 : Miles McCollum/Cameron Butts/Karrah Schuster/Justin Daniels/Dillion Caster/Brandon Mitchell/Spencer Jewesson/Andrew Rincon/Roger Ball/Vivian Cherry

It's us (Go)

[Verse 1: Camo!]

Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit

Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas

All white body, but it's not a Lexus

My cup look a lil' red-ish

Purple inside a yellow Fanta, now it's like Cameron Reddish

She told me she's not that flexible, neither is my schedule, we still gon' check it

I treat the money like messages, keepin' it blue like I still ain't read it

Crosses on my glasses, **** all thе opps, we fastest, make 'еm past tense

B*****s treatin' me just like Phat Farm, my name on all they asses

Nigga flexed his chains, I held my hands up and made invisible glasses

I still couldn't see it

Treat a broke nigga like we playin' freeze tag, 'cause I just couldn't be it

Treat the p***y like a janky friend who broke somethin', **** it up and leave it

She wanna be 31, gotta stamp it up in ink

She like forty-two, I'm just like you without the drink

Concrete diamonds, lay out chains on the ground and make a skating rink

My mans will slap a n***a at the award show like I'm Jada Pink' (Okay)

U-S in my bio like I love my country

First M loading up right now, b***h, I can feel it comin'

First thing off the bat, I can't love a nat, it's just a nat

My stepper can't be televised, he's known to twitch like Kai Cenat

All of my ropes is gold, I'm using them b*****s to tie up the sack

I hit the b***h from the side, can't risk her diggin' her nails in my back

Boat and DC poured so much Wock' in the pop, the soda went flat

I was runnin' through pints in two days

All of my hoes go two ways

I been that n***a since daddy had Nextel two-ways

Never consent to a due date

My white b***h like my credit card, my black b***h like my blue face

I hit a bougie b***h that tried to take me on a police chase

Me and my mom got matchin' watches, hers just got the new face

Stuffin' hundreds in a piggy bank like it's a flower vase

They claimin' I gotta be kin to Ma$e

I need to find Jesus like him

So I can sit down with him and tell him I wanna be just like him

One gold tooth like Tyson

White b***h look like Tyson

Stackin' up chicken like Tyson

Way I been carryin' these n****s, real soon I'ma have me a back like a bison

Late night, I call up my Dyson

Squeeze it real tight like a python

Twenty-six b*****s in Mastro's

Doggy walk down in his day clothes

Had too much hair for a ski mask

Every rap nigga was a Benz, we know who would be a Maybach

And who'd be considered an E-Class

I don't do GFs unless they gon' give me a cheat pass

Ride with this glick on my hip for so long, it done damn near gave me a heat rash

At twenty-six, mama told me daddy wanted abortion

Imagine the loss of the fortune

The thought of that had me scorchin'

The thought of my mama goin' nine-to-five because of an unready boyfriend

These niggas be talkin' 'bout steppin', that's something I just don't recall

Just like the Dallas and Hawks game

I woke up and felt like I didn't want to share and I'm takin' back all of the portions

I wish I had time to handle you niggas, 'cause we would've brought back extortions

I know what they think 'bout the nails, the motive these niggas is constantly forcin'

N****s is overly gangster

Protectin' an image they don't even own, these niggas do not know the answer

Us

Solid to the bone, Concrete structure, they know what we on

Ain't goin' back and forth with these niggas, dog, they vehicle is they only home

I keep all blues like a Jazz player, call me Karl Malone

He ain't give the pape' up yet? It's cool, he got late fees

Who the **** gave me these twenty-dollar bills? Dog, I hate these

Cyclin' foreign whips on expensive trips like an eight-speed

Ain't stuntin' none of these broke hoes, blackout curtains on my windows

Sip, sip, quarter piece of Benzo, H. Lorenzo

Chauffeured 'round in Caddys, dog, I got this from my ten toes

Smashed her on Fat Tuesday and left her in the NO

Grew up where the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go

Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk

[Verse 4: Draft Day]

Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by demand

I promise that we tied in, when shit get tough I know the 'Crete 'gon hold me over

Every day, I'm gettin' closer to my dreams

They runnin' schemes, but won't trick me up out my spot, I earned my rank

She throwin' twat in exchange for funds and fame

Your favorite rapper real life lame

The truth hurts, charge it to the game

I'm not impressed, we're not the same

How you flexin', but livin' check to check? You better come correct

They know it's us, in full effect

Any disrespect, my stepper right direct

Cleats on, Concrete Nikes

I don't care if you don't really like me

I know Bankstone right beside me

They say it's love, but I feel despised

I see the pain, I could read the lies all between the lines

Man, free the guys

R.I.P. the ones who ain't crossed that line to the other side

I'm in prime time

My life in the sunshine

First you get that money, then that power, the world is all mine

Yeah, nigga

It's us, man

Ain't no nigga that I trust to knock off the dust

Walk with that sack under my arm, 'cause stackin' up a must

I crushed the Perc' into the Tuss', too geeked up to fuss

Move like a boss, I'm not like them, they doin' such and such

I was sellin' lemonade while y'all would double dutch

I used to scam, I used to trap, I never cuddled much

Out 'til the AM, scratch my plans, I never settle much

I slipped on pimpin' once

You asked for hoes, I brought 'em round and you ain't flip 'em once

Got all them guns put in your name and you ain't grip 'em once

He sent the money for some pints, but I ain't ship not one

It's KARRAHBOOO, I'm not the two, you gotta know I'm up

I heard you been say you the one, I guess it never stuck

I'm too stuck-up just like antennas, don't let me get the signal

Up late like I'm Jay Leno

I move around with third-strike criminals

You get the memo

It's us