ON THE RADAR FREESTYLE 2

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[Intro: nobigdyl] Yeah, 931, 615 Lil' dyllie, we back on it ('95) [Verse 1: nobigdyl.] Yeah, send dyl. a beat, I'm only sendin' bones back Turn '95 producer tag to a toe tag Lot of sons on the internet, they grow fast Shawty said that she was waitin' for her Boaz She didn't say that she'd be out here waitin' for your broke— Wait Had to crucify that train of thought, my Father show grace Jesus said to live, I got to die, now that's a cold case Wait, wait, wait, wait Lot of Christian hate, I can not assimilate Since the Triple Six, never felt akin to Drake Yes, I'm tryna free the slaves, once I put the pen to pape' What? Raised Pentecostal, I could really shake somethin' Flow single origin, this ain't a K-Cup Holy Spirit finna slide, I ain't gotta spray once Hold up, 95 thought a demon said somethin' Walkin' on the beat like it was water if you get the drip Tennessee boy, but I could never do the Triple Six When they say the Christians isn't spittin' you just send 'em this Yeah, hey, rap about God, not a rap god, I ain't Eminem These rappers sellin' pills to the kids, we ain't synonyms They say it but they isn't really bro, man Look, one wife, can't be chasin' birds, I am not foolish Y'all be out here chasin' after birds who are hawk-tuah Brodie heard they sellin' off their souls, I can not do it Can't be out here headin' down to Hell for some hot music Yeah, brother, I am not stupid God said to take a leap of faith you better hop to it If God gotta call upon your life then you can not lose it Saved by the grace, and the faith is the conduit Yeah, send dyl. a beat, I'm only sendin' bones back Sending me a beat is like sending me DoorDash Once I'm finished eatin' I'ma show you where the Lord at Psalm twenty-three, He might take you where your opps at Make a table for you, tell your enemies to fall back Gabe, really happy that you let me pass the doormat Knowin' I'ma bring the Word of God to the format Yeah, look, feel like Ye after he got out of the car crash Sent a prayer through the wire and he called back Jesus washed, you can't show me where His corpse at Look, my brother tryna make it into Heaven with a Hellcat My brothers take the message to the set right where they sell at Played this for an atheist, he'd tell you that he felt that, amen [Verse 2: Parris Chariz] Every verse, I just been givin' 'em my mind, I hope I don't lose it I'm in hospitals full of wires, but I got through it Tryna leave my past in Miami, but I'm not tour Hate when rappers try to get a rise then drop music Mean girls, keep me on the loop, she is not ruthless Come at her before you step, she is not clueless Can't be out here disobeyin' God If the streets gon' be the topic, I'm the prophet like Emmanuel Different type of shooters in the church, what cam you want? Kerry Washington's up in my pocket, no scandal though Bet it on myself, and I still don't, okay Target on my back, feel like the gospel gettin' shot 'round Stopped workin' my job, because of God I never clocked out Paper cut my skin, only truth is what I ever bleed Ink still on my apron from the lines, and it wasn't lean Had to get composure, they've been foldin' like a pleat Spirit in my genes, they had to cuff me to the King I was hurtin' sellin' merch, I ain't had no time to grieve Ain't no malice in my heart, but I've been tired of pushin' T's For real, 50 Cent or better, on my level I been whippin' heads Die rich in eternity, my power's in rebukin' meds Ask him if he still wanted that lean, and he shook his dreads Yeah, yeah, yeah, covered in His blood, I ain't tryna make red sexy God, You my everything, the crown make the head heavy The moment I ain't have to be the G.O.A.T., the Lamb held me I deliver every beat, what's a P to they Uber Eats? Please do the knowledge, if I'm honest we the true elite Speak about the Most like you know, but you do the least Faith music got me finna pop, I'm finna do a leap DJ, play it back, 'cause she love it how I screw the beat You just doin' you, and that's sweet but I'm doin' me Rep the same body, but we different, I don't do defeat Yeah, I can pull off any style or a sound, I'm a code switcher Sorry, boo, I changed, I just sent her A Cole picture Bible like a Tommy, when I spit it's a soul-lifter Yeah, my God gon' bring a light to the dark, He a tone-shifter Listen to my lyrics and get rich, I'm a loan-giver Pay me on respect, make sure Jesus on the check, it's up P