Under Their Radar, Over Their Heads feat. J-Rome

Trying to hold back from puffing dro

Sitting in the lab like fuck it though

I keep my head high when the money's low

Besides blood everything come and go, I... know...

I'll die for the day that it's mine for the taking

Grind for the paper, no time to be wasted

I drive in the AM and think about the lives that I'm changing

Saying 'Amen'...behavior is wild

He's an atheist praying but it's too late for saving him now

And I... know... burner cocked back

I've learned a lot, you can't turn the clock back

You stirred the pot that's when you heard a shot, blap!

I only learned to pop that, when I heard a Pac track

I've earned my spot, they not a threat

Here today, could be gone the next

And it's true that anything is possible

So while I'm watching you, you better watch yo' step

No options left, So I'm going for next

Sick of being broke, so I'm going for bread

But I'm close to the edge

Now fuck if they play hard, I'm under they radar and over they heads...

I ain't really trying to play with y'all

If you talking and my name's involved then quit fronting

Cause I ain't been one to take a loss

If I did I just shake it off like it's nothing (it's nothing)

Ain't shit, I'm under they radar and over they head...

Trying to hold back from letting go

Cats in my corner won't let me though

My, my people let me know

If it's on they got me and expect equal, I... know...

I live for that moment

Get in the zone when I'm seeking the chips

Only reason I spit's to get what I owe 'em

I'ma keep it legit, my, my, my...

My people hold me down, they seen me hit my lows

Both feet stay on the ground, they keep me on my toes...

Never call off, I'ma get the town buzzing

I ever fall off I'ma hit the ground running

I'ma put it down, won't sit around bugging

If you need a fix you can get it now, cousin

I'ma plead the 5th, what you suppose to do

Lie through your teeth when you know the rules

My purpose; to earn paper coaching you

What I've learned is the term 'hate' is overused

Go for the throat so I'm going for necks

Sick of being broke so I'm going for bread

But I'm close to the edge

Now fuck if they play hard, I'm under they radar, and over they heads...

Trying to hold back from losing it

The way I act, the way I move is slick

I live what I rap, I've proven it

They listen to my tracks like "Who is this??"...

And they know, my halo, it only shows when

My pay roll is straight but it ain't though

If I stay broke they'll be broken...

So now they packing, huh?, they act like I'm impressed

I've never been the one to make no idol threats

Fuck with my pay, lay your head back down

Nothing in my way, no set backs now

Any loss you hand me, I just up the ante

See they thought they had me till I crept back 'round, I...

I got a hard head, and even harder dick

When I'm with a chick, or when I'm counting chips

Or when I'm in the whip bumping our shit...

Go for the throat so I'm going for necks

Sick of being broke so I'm going for bread

But I'm close to the edge

Now fuck if they play hard, I'm under they radar and over they heads...

Under they radar and over they heads

Under they radar and over they heads

Under they radar and over they heads

Over, over they heads, over, over they heads...