Under Their Radar, Over Their Heads Songtext
von Illmaculate

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...