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Sleepy Hallow

On The Radar Freestyle

 

On The Radar Freestyle


Hold on, uh
Hold on
Look

It's a wrap when I get in my zone
Start bitching, they play with that boy and he clicking
Smack a nigga like Will, I ain't had me a Smith &
I was tryna bag it and flip it
Say you love me, I'm onto you bitches
They don't love me, they loving the riches
Had to chill, I was moving too vicious
I date a fresh one, I don't need two bitches
Brand new glizzy, I make it extend
Slip once, I ain't falling again
Cut you off, we ain't talking again
And I came in a Lamb', but I left in a Benz
Fuck it up, I was born to win
Back then, I just feel I was born to spin
If I up it, he going again
I told him, "Go get it," he do it again
Let me stop, I been focused on money
Uh, 'cause mama ain't raise no dummy
I do this for days, I was broke and bummy
Had a gun, I ain't had no honey
I slid on the jakes that day they got on me
Where I'm from, you get shot by your homie
Where I'm from, you can't hang, you don't know me
You gotta move tac' when you slide on your doley

Lil' bro used to hop out the, uh
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, uh
Wait, look

Uh, baby, I'm back, for real
Uh, I'm moving tac' for real
"What's that?" Girl, that's a strap, for real
Don't lack, that's how you get killed
But you ain't gotta be in the field
You could go to school and be real
You got a nine-to-five? So what?
Tell them niggas you could pay bills
Fuck it, I'm living life like I love it
Sometimes I just wanna dub it
Shorty a eater, I ain't tryna cuff it
What you talkin'? Sounding like rubbish
I don't like parties, I don't like clubbing
If I go, then the Glock coming
Uh, if I go, then the, uh
Gotta watch who you call your girl
Gotta watch who you call your mans
Lil' nigga, the world is yours
Make some money then do it again
She tryna play, don't want you to win
It's gon' hurt when you fucking her friend
You should ask her where she wanna cry
In the Lamb' or up in the bed?
Heard the feds all up on my head
They say that we let it off and we fled
You think Sleepy gon' tell on the gang? I'm like, "Nigga, I'd rather be dead"
Like, fuck it, I'd rather be gone
Don't forget who was putting you on
Had your chance but you took too long
Like I gotta chill, can't do too wrong
Like, like, baby, I'm not one of them
'Cause until we ain't fucking again
He a rat, I can't trust him again
If he snitch once, he be snitching again
Body different, I said it again
I been going, I'm clipping my ends
They like, "Sleepy, you did it a—", uh
They like, "Sleepy, you did it again"

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