Radioplay Lyrics

(Enviyon On The Mix)

Yeah

Yeah

(We don't take no L)

Yeah

My manager called me today

Said I still can't get no radio play

And that e-mail from "Drake"

Is probally fake

Checked the IP, that shit came straight from Bombay

Not again, bitch

I can't believe I'm going through this shit again, bitch

I mean this is like my fucking tenth attempt, bitch

I think I should just go over there and end shit

I'm gonna burn that motherfucker down

Oh my God, think I just heard my fuckin' stomach growl again

No groceries, now I'm going into town again

Can't afford a Big Mac, guess I'll get a Quarter Pounder then

Got my order wrong, now I gotta go around again

Guess this time I'll just order louder man

You know this burger is tasting kinda sour man

Do you think it's 'cause of the fact that I shouted man?

Nah, I doubt it man

Shoulda gone to Burger King

But for some reason I just cannot trust their onion rings

Yeah

It's pretty troubling

Think it might be from a song that someone sings

Then my cellphone rings

My manager called me today

Said I still can't get no radio play

And that e-mail from "Drake"

Is definitely fake

Checked the bank account linked to a "Mr Bond James"

Ooh

Why they always wanna do me dirty homie?

Ooh

Why the fuck they thinking I ain't worthy homie?

Ooh

Why the fuck they always fuckin' swerving on me?

It's their funeral, welcome to the ceremony

AK too damn big to tuck it

Fuck it

I'm about to take it out in public

Ain't nobody bringing up the motherfucking subject

Tell security to move or he can fucking snuff it

Fuck it

I just sprayed him for the fuck of it

The industry wanna use me like a puppet bitch

I picked up his shotgun and I point it at another bitch

She tryna tell me that she ain't even part of this

I pumped the pump

And then I slumped the chump

Don't make me take a chunk out of another punk

When I say "jump" you jump

And do not bump your gums

And don't nobody get no blood on my Air Force 1's

Made my way to the radio booth

Seen a motherfucker sitting, getting interviewed

Picked up my tool

Aimed it at his family jewels

Nothing left to say except

"Doof, doof, doof"

Sat down in the motherfucking seat

Fished in my pocket, pulled out a USB

Gave it to the DJ, told him "Play this fucking shit for me"

Now the whole city busy listening to R.I.E

Ooh

I called my manager today

Told him I finally got that radio play

He said "Man, I got something better to say

I was wrong about those e-mails it was actually Drake"

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Uh

Uh

Uh

Haha, yeah right