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trevor spitta - on the radar freestyle lyrics

[part 1]
uh huh uh huh
yeah

two foot stepper, crewneck sweater
ralph lauren in front of the dresser
full+court presser, who got next up?
they wrong but spitta
i was sixteen, crush on vanessa
she not my type, too proper
i need a girl who sunset mosh pit
big go+getter, big ol’ huh
so much weight on my shoulders, i look buffer, but i don’t buffer
4k render, clear as ever
him just not my gender, i’m really him
my bro up, we keep it together
your bro see one ho, act diff’ to impress her
might just l!ck it and send her, godd+mn letter, it’s easy biz
e30 ride low, watch for the potholes, big ejecto+seato
you not riding with me, i’m done with the high road
not my style though, never man
americano, new york timezone
baby, it’s cold outside, but this leather is italiano
i just want to get rich, die old, rest of it extra, man
eight long years, long road
man, i gotta stay solid, i gotta stay focused
everybody tryna go find themselves
whole time, right under their noses
i never spent one second on earth tryna figure my path, i was chosen
i need some ice on my wrist like it’s swollen
way i don’t miss sh+t broken
d+mn, love to the underground, but i think it’s time for a little erosion
i stay silent, n0body got no class no more, they snowed in
reapply pressure like godd+mn lotion, long day ocean
jersey shore, i’m from bc
i’m king of the north, man, i had to jon snow sh+t
[part 2]
d+mn, life is so crazy man, i’m just happy to be here

[verse]
i ain’t saying i’ve seen it all
but man i’ve seen some things
friends turn foes, ex+girlfriends, man mama turn hoes
i’ve seen bros stab back at they bros
come back round act cool and say “yo”
a couple record labels try to buy my soul
and hi+fi print on the bottom page four
it’s not nice
i don’t do rational advice
i like a lil’ nasty style of my type
they can jack my style but not quite
i do not pass around without wife
wonder what a cap and gown would feel like
but i’d rather have a swagger’s town on this mic
want a phantom coupe for my kids
jersey short with my brothers
santa cruz on my b+tch
i’m like an animal in this motherf+ckin’ pullet baby i’m sh+ttin’ on her, got her toes done and i’m l!ckin’ on her
my name, really my game, baby no kidding, cause really i’m way
spittin’ on her
yeah
i read people, my drive so d+mn hot and street legal
two truths and one lie, i’m fly, i’m 5’5 and we equal
it’s not close, you in the dm on my family, dinner makin’ toast dropped out of college cause your game give me knowledge
you copyin’ notes
i do not like comin’ close
i do not say it, it’s how it goes
b+tch i spit it too cold, man you better pack a coat
cause if you didn’t know, now you motherf+ckin’ know
now you know, now you motherf+ckin’ know
aye aye now you know
now you know, now you know, now you know now you know
now you motherf+cking know yeah, now you know
trevor spitta now you know

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