CHORUS: Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound/ put your hands up if you’re reppin’ for your town/ I’m coming from New York, but I’m good in every city/ so go ‘on sing along if you people are riding with me, let the radio speak/
VERSE 1: If the radio could speak it’d probably say that I’m the baddest/ and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a state i mean the atlas/ now my fans call me moonwalk Jackson/ ’cause I be movin’ forward even when I’m walkin’ backwards/ (for real) I’m just tryna chill/ but I’ve got a look that paparazzi want to steal/ so you’ll never see my pen jotting on a deal/ unless a label offers me a Maserati and a Mill./ (for real) I’m cold as an Igloo/ if you ain’t gettin’ paper man what type of player is you?/ if you’ve got an issue you can be that I won’t diss you/ ’cause these rappers play with glocks, I play with muh fuckin’ missiles/ and y’all know/ I’m shining like woah/ my timing’s like fast, and your timing’s like slow/ I’ve got a thing for ladies that show up when I play my shows/ ’cause I make love to them through all their radios/
CHORUS: Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound/ put your hands up if you’re reppin’ for your town/ I’m coming from New York, but I’m good in every city/ so go ‘on sing along if you people are riding with me/ let the radio speak baby listen to the sound/ put your hands up if you’re reppin’ for your town/ I’m coming from New York, but I’m good in every city/ so go ‘on sing along if you people are riding with me, let the radio speak/
VERSE 2: Can y’all hear it, can y’all hear it, yo the radio’s buzzin’/ talkin’ ’bout an artist that’s the smartest and y’all love him/ I serve that food for thought, and y’all grub it, I be buggin’/ ’cause my studio’s the kitchen and my booth’s a fuckin’ oven/ but there’s a line/ so don’t get out of order/ I’ve got a couple sharp shooters crowded by the border/ now it’s been a while, since y’all seen a young New Yorker/ who’s flow is bigger than rap and it’s more like bodies of water!/ (woah) I’m shining like woah/ my timing’s like fast, and your timing’s like slow/ I’ve got a thing for ladies that show up when I play my shows/ ’cause I make love to them through all their radios/