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double lyrical – under the radar lyrics

(insanity)
homie, this is what i’m made of
living all the sh-t you make up
paint the picture, f-ck your make up
girl, when we fight i will not make up
getting high, i’m in jamaica
like f-ck the problems that the world is giving me, they’re mega
but i don’t give a f-ck, just watch me like your omega
for god sake, i’m living under the radar
i’m pulling strings in the bas-m-nt and put myself in arenas
dream big and make sure that they heard my name
nut backstabbers around, got a third eye
a second change but my first try
used to hate life, gave up, cuz i was hurt by the people i loved
though they were angels below, but they were demons above
so i was taking it slow, but now i’m speeding it up
maybe a low, but they will see me on top
i got no reason to stop and so i won’t
but they don’t give a f-ck about what i’m up against
this is what it’s all about
used to do this sh-t that i was not allowed
but f-ck it, now it’s time to make my momma proud

(jake mackson)
godd-mn, 1947
common era the more reason to get it
oh sh-t, life before the battle
the more written the mo driven to carry on
oh sh-t, now make the dollar count difficult
i don’t tryna f-ck around and hit it up
tryna bring my momma down to monaco
tryna get hall of fame to holla at me
tryna take the plane to f-cking ‘i don’t know’
i still sip the henny out the bottle life still playing hide and seek
i tryna find it though
life be bringing ladies on the line like i still live my life alone
oh sh-t, i just kept my head up wear a bandana
i’m a young jedi call me a trendsetter
we flying french air, that’s the band and i
imma stack my bread up like a check getter
check how imma get the checks
check it, imma check the facts
wreck it imma jack the jack
yea b-tch got the black in back
me wearing white i smell like gasoline
i live a different life, i run up ran heavy
ran ranning, we run running the bandwagon
backgammon, we done done with the lack gapping
stack taxes till the bank get me
mad practice till you at where i’m at, get me?
i’m just saying what i’m thinking of, ride along
i take a couple hits and gone
i put it silence on. now light the bong, i rap a couple bars
she hit the drums
i just stack up on my stacks until they be big enough
oh sh-t, i don’t my put head down for n-body
tryna make a million with the show money
grow on me or grew on it
now who done it?
i did it with my main man
the flow holy

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