R.A.D

Lyrics

[Intro] There are many things you can do You're unexceptional You were born on ten-twenty Roman numeral X:XX A divine knowledge Woo! Uh Woah! To my world Uh Yeah [Verse 1] It's protocol to protect your neck and protect the set Ridiculous and driven, never short of losin' breath When I was 8 years old, I told my mom I'd have an early death She rolled her eyes and said, "You better grind until there's nothing left" Write, write, note pads and iPhone's Up late, cause my chicks in different time zones Facetime me, 3:30 am, them freak hours She miss that so bad, I call that D-power My right soldier always got the weed rolled My left soldier never let the team fold Rep that, RAD to the T So dudes know what I mean When I say that "we blazin', smokin' that G's all' These hoes be blinded by weed smoke Think you gon' get cupped because you got double D's yo? Told her to cut the chat, let me tap it right in the V Roll me a joint, we smoke, then I kindly ask her to breeze [Interlude] Yo, my nigga, eh You want some shit? What you want? Chill my nigga, chill Got no chill, man That old school shit [Verse 2] Got that old school flow, like I'm Kool Mo Dee Pass that toad, know I got that tree No days off, gotta get that cream Recognize the traits of a true O-G Steal that rock like some new jack, swing Bring a couple goons, and we got that O-D Just another day, C-O-O-P Never mad homie, I stay R-A-D [Verse 3] Aye yo Uh Who got the papers, got the papers? I'm a wise guy, when I rhyme, I'm vicious They say I'm wise beyond my times, so rock with politicians Unless it's Clinton And we rollin' up a joint, sippin' Henny, out with a couple bitches Good fella, know it's Brooklyn baby So don't forget the motto, still: fuck you, pay me (Yo, bro I got this crack that we could-) Fuck you, pay me (I could put you on if you just-) Fuck you, pay me [Outro] Oh shit! Stand still Uh *Bullets firing* Come here Ah Did I get him? Nope Ah, dang Can't nobody touch the Dark Night