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The YK Dee "On The Radar" Freestyle
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Rondell Burroughs
Rondell Burroughs
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Yk had told me earlier This shit don't feel like a possibility no more This shit starting to feel like a definite No Bap I feel you I feel you sta Ion wanna die young just rich like I'm Roddy Used to have four O'z on me just like a Audi I was running thru da streets I aint know what to do Started hangin wit some killers that was shiesty like pooh Geeked up off the honey like Winne The Pooh With my dawg like Steve had to get me some blues Gotta cherish good times only had a few Hidden scares you don't know what a nigga been through They aint wanna take that risk to get these bands Thats why they money short just like attention spans Gunz stay with the choppa Edward scissor hands Shoot the funeral up he don't give a damn Talking hot that's a bad move Spin your block wet it up that's a dead pool Sneakers Christian but i politic with devils I'm that nigga bitches cant get next too huh? Hardly seen but I'm always noticed Starve distractions and i feel my focus Flexing on em like I'm Hulk Hogan This shit turn me to a monster Cant trust no eater all they really want is sponsors It be your own blood that don't wanna see you win They wanna see you do good just not better than them It be your own blood that don't wanna see you win Wanna see you do good just not better than them Ion wanna die young just rich like I'm Roddy Used to have four O'z on me just like a Audi I was running thru da streets I aint know what to do Started hangin wit some killers that was shiesty like pooh Geeked up off the honey like Winne The Pooh With my dawg like Steve had to get me some blues Gotta cherish good times only had a few Hidden scares you dont know what a nigga been through A Nigga been through it aint looking for settling I know what I'm doing that's why i been ahead of them Like 4 5 6 I trip and rip these dice up And on my hip a Glock 45th I wifed her I been the nigga that they talking about I let them sit and pop they shit cause we aint talking it out I told Gunz bring them drums through It aint a bitch i done hit we aint run through Snatching on her frontal I'm the chosen one Rose need to order one Patek we gon order them Bouta get my daughter some Take it we gon slaughter them I'm proud to be my mothers son Have you ever seen a dead body when its flowing up Coming from a place where they don't love you But they say they do Feeling out of space this pocket rocket gotta spray uh two And I'm on the chase I'm tryna run up in a day or two Life is like a race better gamble better play it too Ion wanna die young just rich like I'm Roddy Used to have four O'z on me just like a Audi I was running thru da streets I aint know what to do Started hangin wit some killers that was shiesty like pooh Geeked up off the honey like Winne The Pooh With my dawg like Steve had to get me some blues Gotta cherish good times only had a few Hidden scares you don't know what a nigga been through
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