Chandler "On The Radar" Freestyle
Hi
Bless you, Fellaair
I'm a rapper
I ain't never tote a pistol
But I hit 'em with a doodad
Rappers my sons
Had to give those dudes a new dad
I don't like to brag, but when I do
I'm with Virginia crew
Off a cold Pabst Blue starting new fads
I'm on the radar, everybody
Like when NORAD
Track the man with the beard
Y'all are early to the motion
But I been here for years
Down in the 757
With a couple of peers
And I appear to be a city boy
But I come from the south
They say
When it comes to their mouth
Every sentence that I spit
Ain't got a shadow of a doubt
I really love the genre
I don't do it for clout
I rap like it takes nothing
And it's funny cause it took so much shit
Back when this shit took something
I'm not gonna lie
I was really ass at one point but
That made me who I am
And now I don't front gumption
I got a lot of that
I'm unconventionally attractive
Don't forget that I'm an actor
And conventionally dramatic
So if you say that you're the best
I'm gonna wanna see proof
Cause I don't think that I am
But we can step in the booth
Can't stop pissing on my opps
Get me a catheter
Calamity Chan
It's a catastrophe
I take an instrumental
Snap and then flip it into a masterpiece
I'm on the road 4 deep in a rental
My boy wired off a ZYN pack
Too geeked in the seat off a six pack
Still on the aux bumping A$AP Ferg
R.I.P. this
I put it in a hearse
Who's up next
Ya better put my name first
Before that name around the whole damn earth
I'm back on
Theses type of beats
I'm the motherfucker
That's been walking down the street
Without a damn left to give
And a little bit of weed
Still flyer than a _____
Sport mode on his feet
Listen how I glide on the track
Look at how I put the whole team on my back
You can ask your mother if you're wondering where I'm at
I don't keep a lotta secrets
But I'm always in my bag
I'm the hottest
Heatmiser
Mr. 100 degrees
And I have never been modest
And let's be honest
You could never compete
Ya see I'm carving out a whole new lane
And all of y'all are stuck in the pavement
If ya made some new shit
I'd be fucking elated
But you don't
So on songs
You get fucking berated
See this is my time
And it's fucking belated
So let me shoutout just a couple of places
Newport News
Williamsburg
Richmond, Virginia
Love y'all
New York, love y'all
I'm on the radar
Thanks for having me
Bless you, Fellaair
I'm a rapper
I ain't never tote a pistol
But I hit 'em with a doodad
Rappers my sons
Had to give those dudes a new dad
I don't like to brag, but when I do
I'm with Virginia crew
Off a cold Pabst Blue starting new fads
I'm on the radar, everybody
Like when NORAD
Track the man with the beard
Y'all are early to the motion
But I been here for years
Down in the 757
With a couple of peers
And I appear to be a city boy
But I come from the south
They say
When it comes to their mouth
Every sentence that I spit
Ain't got a shadow of a doubt
I really love the genre
I don't do it for clout
I rap like it takes nothing
And it's funny cause it took so much shit
Back when this shit took something
I'm not gonna lie
I was really ass at one point but
That made me who I am
And now I don't front gumption
I got a lot of that
I'm unconventionally attractive
Don't forget that I'm an actor
And conventionally dramatic
So if you say that you're the best
I'm gonna wanna see proof
Cause I don't think that I am
But we can step in the booth
Can't stop pissing on my opps
Get me a catheter
Calamity Chan
It's a catastrophe
I take an instrumental
Snap and then flip it into a masterpiece
I'm on the road 4 deep in a rental
My boy wired off a ZYN pack
Too geeked in the seat off a six pack
Still on the aux bumping A$AP Ferg
R.I.P. this
I put it in a hearse
Who's up next
Ya better put my name first
Before that name around the whole damn earth
I'm back on
Theses type of beats
I'm the motherfucker
That's been walking down the street
Without a damn left to give
And a little bit of weed
Still flyer than a _____
Sport mode on his feet
Listen how I glide on the track
Look at how I put the whole team on my back
You can ask your mother if you're wondering where I'm at
I don't keep a lotta secrets
But I'm always in my bag
I'm the hottest
Heatmiser
Mr. 100 degrees
And I have never been modest
And let's be honest
You could never compete
Ya see I'm carving out a whole new lane
And all of y'all are stuck in the pavement
If ya made some new shit
I'd be fucking elated
But you don't
So on songs
You get fucking berated
See this is my time
And it's fucking belated
So let me shoutout just a couple of places
Newport News
Williamsburg
Richmond, Virginia
Love y'all
New York, love y'all
I'm on the radar
Thanks for having me
Credits
Writer(s): Chandler Matkins, Gabriel Vernon Taylor, Gabriel Pabom
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