LPT Zlatan On The Radar Freestyle

Ye! We got into this to make some money
And not be gossiping with the others
That’s the talk from the hood

On the run, these lames get tired
I want more than 2k in the week
I do this, no failure

More than I can
If it ain’t me, then who’s it gonna be?
Inside the concrete jungle, it’s on purpose
They don’t want you doing good
I prioritize the truth, but that’s not the priority they got
They talking while we making the vibe
Today it’s fire in the party
So tell me then

Who’s riding down the favela in a whip?
Put on the rich boy kits
Sporty Lacoste
Some Ralph polos
Money’s coming in
We smoke by the kilo
All the chicks calling me papi
They doubt us in the beginning
Till the boys step in the attack zone

Hold the hit
Glock wipes out that fraud
Envy stays under my feet
I step on it in Nikes
That’s to strengthen my faith
Till we can pass to the next level
We keep raising the level
That’s the right technique for the verse in the bass

On the track with the BMW, I go zig-zag
Take two hoes inside the Audi
I blow smoke, she asks me for the blunt
She sits for me then smokes my ice
Make money and less friendship
Out of 10, about 8 are fake
And what the media talks about the most
Is that these boys been getting the spotlight
Spotlight, spotlight

More than I can, if it ain’t me, then who’s it gonna be?
Inside the concrete jungle, it’s on purpose
They don’t want you doing good
I prioritize the truth, but that’s not the priority they got
They talking while we making the vibe
Today it’s fire in the party, so tell me then

Who’s riding down the favela in a whip?
Put on the rich boy kits
Sporty Lacoste
Some Ralph polos
Money’s coming in
We smoke by the kilo
All the chicks calling me papi
They doubt us in the beginning
Till they see the boys step in the attack zone

Confirming it was never luck
Confirming it was never too late
I do my grind alone
But these dudes stay hating
It’s cliché, but they keep talking about us
But can’t do half of it
I'm on the street and I wanna ride a Rolls-Royce
For the war they say it’s peace, peace

Money in my account raising the score
See my name on a poster
Several Nikes, I’ll have a stock
Hit my plug he brings more
Cali plant, I bought a Glock
These clowns just want the likes
That’s why in the clash he’s in shock
We became the terror and took the peace
I said bye bye