The Radar

[Intro]
It’s Lil’ Fame motherfucker

[Hook]
I address the nation
To all my people, y’all kept impatient
Go on if I kept you waitin’
I’m gone, where’s my destination
But right now

[Verse 1]
Native New Yorker
Al Sharpton in a sweatsuit walking with the people behind me
It’s Brownsville, nigga, grimy
Plus, on top of that I never lose focus ‘cause the people remind me
You know how many slugs we tossed, how many bullets we ducked
How many niggas we lost, how many niggas’ asses we mashed out
Man motherfuck a nigga that’s rapping about how much money he got in his account
Keep it classic
I do what I want to, clown you bastards
[?], who’s your favorite uncle
This is the repercussions when you put Marco with a marksman
Be cautious, we [?]
And yeah I smoke a lot
But don’t test ‘em
I get this bitch shot the fuck up like a old Western
This is Port Authority for the majority
And niggas right now . . 

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Marco Polo, show ‘em how it’s done
This the woods of South Hampton, niggas get sliced into pork chops
Until my fork stop, I stab you in your mind
Fuck the latest, I’m the greatest of all time
[?] they call Michael
I tell your favorite rapper to his face “we don’t like you”
World star masher, I’m out before the lights out
And after that, whoop the hype man’s ass
This is rock for the people, Fam’s out for the people
This ain’t that microwave shit that brainwash the people
Anytime I’m up in the booth I be talking some shit
You better put a taller [?] on that bitch
I’m fly as a 747, I lay that bitch on the Arctic
And walk out holdin’ my nuts like it’s nothing
Disgusting!
Hood Port Authority for the majority
My niggas

[Hook]