Saratoga - Stro

Got this shit loud in the headphones

Hope y’all got this shit loud in the speaker, too

Yeah

On some laid back shit

Listen

You don’t gotta sing along to this song

In fact, you ain’t even gotta like it

I ain’t looking for the validation when I write shit

Got ‘em up and call ‘em con edison, embody what the light is

Bills heavily, still I shine brightest

Dropped a few vibes when I’m striking

Punchlines in the ring, hold up Mike Tyson

I ain’t trying to end up like Holyfield and hear you guys bitin'

I let the times inspire what I’m reciting

If it ain’t the web, wanna see a nigga fighting

If it ain’t the cops, wanna see a nigga license

Prolly the cutie with the fat booty

It’s harmonious

Need to decipher who ya homies is

Cause these days, rappers sound the lonliest

They do whatever to sell, they sound the phoniest

Now watch ‘em fall when I drop like Sprint calls

I went back to study the beginnings

The hidden ancestors, the blessed ones, the winners

Suddenly I felt the change like a Jenner

But I ain’t changing gender, I’m changing the agenda

I move like a king, my tempo different

I got a groove like a king

If life’s a bitch I manifest through the fling

Watch it be a better woman

Birth of a new wave, we gotta keep pushing

Looking

From where I’m at, these niggas can’t rap

That’s mediocre, grinding ain’t enough

Now you gotta be a joker

But I’m the East coaster

Follow me, but please don’t get too close to vultures

All around me

Rap’s the biggest thing on the scene and now they act stingy with the cream

Same reasons some niggas put pies over dreams

So if the love is real then it’s buys over streams

America is a ghetto, I’m the reporter

The president got goons, they tear gassing at the border

It’s murder she wrote while she write, read, recorder

Court call it man-slaughter

While all the other folks claiming that they woke, moving like they half sleep

Truth like WuTang group, shit is mad deep

It’s no more police in my passion

Those in the way of my vision descended when I’m blasting

Wait

You niggas clearly don’t understand me, fuck a Grammy

Me, I do this shit for the family

Hollering Grade A with no plan B

And I’m forever young like Andy-

Milonakis

Your favorite rapper feeling philanthropy

Watch him give it up.

One life, live it up

Vicious with the word and I’m a virgin, I don’t give a fuck

Not a feeling-sparer, rather be a villain-clearer

Vision (?) niggas still in prisons, only living near a-

Ghetto

I just can’t be mellow

How they claim hoods they don’t even say hello?

Do I give a shit about a rapper?

Hell no

Matter fact, while these guys die, I’ll play the cello

Grim Reaper, that’s what the dumb call the teacher

Styles like a feature

Y’all don’t wanna see me, trying to get that cash money like Juvenile and B. G

So I gotta eat they food till they scream greedy

We be-

Nothing alike, I’m clutching the mic

Make joints like it’s something to light

For any uniformed journalist that got something to write

Culturally clueless, run up in your cubicle.

Eazy-E, Ruthless

Yeah

Slim Chino.

Original sauce like Benzino

The theme, feeling like Doughboy in that last scene

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let’s work, let’s work, uh