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on the radar cypher pt 2 - 41, kyle richh, jenn carter & tata lyrics

part i
[verse * tata]
right now i’m high up in the air
all my thoughts rotting my brain
my anxiety through the roof
i swear i hate the f*cking plane
and i just hate it when it rain
where was you when it was raining on me?
i was in pain
all these n*ggas just kept*
money won’t attract the girl with struggles
it attract those who don’t need
i don’t brag about this sh*t but it’s so much people i*
but where they at when i’m in need?
nowhere to be found, i’m by myself
i been barely f*cking eating
don’t need percs, i need some help
f*ck being rich, b*tch i need growth
drugs not good for my health
every time me and her f*ck i think about how she f*ckеd someone elsе
i think about it and i cry
i think about it, i get high
i think about it, how she lied
b*tch you said he was just a friend
huh, i woke up in the club i’m throwing 10
huh, i’m with my brothers, n*gga, f*ck a friend
every time when i get mad i mask up and then i bend
b*tch i’m throwing up the dub
all these n*ggas follow trends
and i swear i got no friends, i did it by my lonely
yeah i do sh*t for n*ggas, but they don’t owe me
i let it rip for n*ggas, that was the old me
like f*ck this label sh*t, they tryna own me
and they know i’m one of a kind
swear these n*ggas cannot clone me
that’s a fact, n*gga
i don’t talk so i just rap, n*gga
41 like i put this sh*t on my back, n*gga
and that’s no cap, n*gga
like i be smacked, n*gga

part ii: stranger
[intro: kyle richh & jhene aiko]
you said you are different but you’re the same
grah
(stranger)
(zoeup)
grah

[verse 1: kyle richh]
only the real can relate
at the top we don’t care ’bout your view
f*ck them b*tches, i’m all about you
why do you treat me the way that you do?
if i went back to the bottom, is you really ridin’ it through?
like, why is you hiding the truth?
flexin’ the sh*t i was buying for you
everyone wanna’ feel some love
can’t see my bro, he got limited visits
know he good every crib that he been in
like on the phone with unlimited minutes
and if the energy off i’ma*
she get the drugs when we met at the function
80 degrees we can go to the beach
roll up a spliff, while we watching the sunset
like, lets have a talk
open up, let me get in your mental
i don’t want you to see me for my money, like
i want the love to be real
tryna see if she solid for real
mutual feelings, you feel what i feel
grah
like if i crash is you grabbin’ the wheel?
keep it a buck b*tch, what is you doin’ for me?
got myself it ain’t nothing i need
like if i lose it, is you gonna leave?
d*mn, i’m damaged don’t ju*ju*judge
heart broke, we can fix it with trust
like*like d*mn i miss you too
but she pretty i can’t get enough
[verse 2: jenn carter]
f*ck this love, i can’t tell if it’s true
double back she gon’ times it by two
in the stu’ with my tool i’ma talk in the*
and that b*tch not a lover from my point of view
grah, where the f*ck is you at?
when i’m calling her phone she not calling me back
said this b*tch on my body she got me attached
f*ck these feelings, i got in my bag
we could go tick for tack, i would still never lack
on her body, she on timing but i could tell it’s a act
if she just want me for the bucks then that dumb b*tch is outta*
i keep my feelings in the cut now that sh*t twinning with my gun
grah, mix sprite with tris
come here, one more kiss
only feel safe with my hand on your hip
if they talking i don’t give a sh*t
like, said i don’t give a f*ck
if they*
i don’t know if it’s love or it’s l*st

part iii
[verse * kyle richh]
grah, grah, grah
inside i be hurt, put the pain in the vocal
i got money still try to be n0ble
make some mistakes that i ain’t had to go through
like, i’m not in the can
still alive, i thank god, he almighty
said “be careful with each of your mans”
read signs, i ain’t taking them lightly
like d*mn, i got money by being myself
why everybody keep taking my flow?
like if i die they gon’ call me a goat
don’t wanna die so i walk with a ghost
can’t be happy my n*ggas in pain
cos i still be feeling the same
real n*gga, not looking for credit
and if it’s beef then i don’t wanna get it
thootie, thootie, dead on the couch
i’m tryna*
what the wetty about?
i don’t put trust, never faith in these b*tches, they just want the life that i’m living
pray to god everyday, i be sinning
like, begging the lord for forgiveness
part iv: jenn jenn jenn
[verse 1 * jenn carter]
grah, it’s a lot of these b*tches that diss way more than me
and they still wasn’t shaking with n*ggas
they on my d*ck cos i’m different, i like that
you can tell i be breaking up b*tches
i do this sh*t cos the love for my*
you can tell i’m the realest and that’s word to my mother
like n*ggas drid cos we road to the riches
i won’t sell my soul, i can’t give them my*
like stop jacking i ran on the bros, i got it on every trip
if you know then you know
n*ggas done ran on they dead but they stay on my d*ck, cos i got on my bros
the f*ck*
and this n*gga keep moaning my name up on live, i think that he dl
wasn’t you just getting shiggy to deuce?
like i remember the details
n*ggas ain’t putting no pain and it shows
i can’t use none of my brothers to spice up my*
like, together we aim for the top
i won’t ever be happy until gang is on froze
and they mad cos we really got talent
i been lit since i mentioned the stallion
can’t compete, it won’t ever be balanced
these n*ggas rap like they mentally*
this not a race its a different commute
when i walk in the*, all i hear is the deuce
(jenn jenn jenn)
jenn jenn, oh i get it
deuce on my d*ck now you wanna act cool
sip*sip wock, no i cannot improve
i’m done beefing with kids that ain’t graduate school
suck d*ck, i don’t mean to be rude
grah, i’m really tough with it
said the love that i got from my brothers is*
and the b*tches start shaking they hips to this rhythm
too*too tact, i cannot slip
like and they mention my name cos i’m lit
it’s a couple of n*ggas they b*tch on my*
i don’t pay them no mind i be off of the tris

part v
[verse 1 * tata]
(b*tch, every opp shot everything dead, 41 shots to the head
look, grah)
star b with the g, don’t miss
everyone suck my d*ck
like preme dump that sh*t
no i won’t send the addy, can’t trust that b*tch
like i throw up the 4 and the dub, that’s a fact
b*tch fire, her p*ssy is wack
why she keep dissing? that b*tch is a bum
like i make jenny hit her with the strap
b*tch, and i keep the glock*eta
like, she tryna swing the p*ss*eta
and i’m all in her*
when i back out this knocker he better run*eta
b*tch, and i keep the glock*eta
like, she tryna swing the p*ss*eta
and i’m all in her*
when i back out this knocker he better run*eta

[verse 2 * jenn carter]
sv, know that he too clutch
move back, i got my ruger
that b*tch a dummy, go hop in the uber
stupid b*tches be f*cking my mood up
like i told tata he can’t leave a trace
cos, bullets be spraying like mace
hollows gon’ hit ’em and make ’em erase
like, and the beam on his face like a lace
grah, and i keep a berre*te
i got all the dootetes
walk in the party i’m starting a frenzy
i got a baddie, this b*tch a brunette
i cannot misplace it
d’s on my body we go on a race
it’s a g in the v we don’t stop for the jakes
b*tch, grah, we don’t stop for the jakes

[outro * tata, jenn carter, kyle richh]
every opp shot
grah grah, boom n*gga
f*cking carter, d*ckhead
41 shots to the head b*tch
grah
grah, grah, grah, grah
grah, grah
grah
grah

- 41 kyle richh jenn carter tata lyrics

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