Waters - Stro

P. Soul on the track

Yeah

Uh, yo

Hoes, I don’t really love 'em

Touch, but I never trust 'em

Foes, I don’t think none of 'em

God, so they can’t one up 'em

Stress, parties, I duck 'em

Work, records, I tuck 'em

I been stackin', stockin', gifted, you would think I stuff 'em

Me, from a different family tree

They don’t really want this shit

Try to give 'em the light and they leave

You hangin' like ornament, uh

Shit feel like a tournament, look

I’m in the race with greats, feelin' like Big, Born Again, uh

I’m feelin' like Pac, du-pla-cated, back with my boo-lay

Like she Haitian, uh

That love is voodoo, yeah

Y’all on that same shit

See, that’s that doo-doo

Wallet empty, pop, small pockets, stepped, mutulu, ooh

Now I’m the man of the house, little juju

Not only a must I come up, this shit is crucial

So, I started spittin', rap battles on Pitkin

Bystanders was like, «That nigga nice though»

Blew a red flag on they head, we aight though

Only enemy in our hair was po-lice yo

Live a movie, you could hear cut on your life, bro

Niggas dread the thought of death, we don’t wanna die, bro

Just 'cause we colored, you got me twisted

Try to watch my brain with fucked up conditions

But I’m the champ who overcame

Mentioned The Blueprint, I think Hova’s name

And thanks to beats, I numbed the pain

P. Soul provide the novacaine

Can’t be my lane like Tory with no story

You the least of my problems, like I’m beefin' with

Saved by the bell, no

All of my bars prevail, you’re stuck in jail

Like nudes in the 90's, so much pussy in the mail

Nowadays, my generation operatin' through feminine ways

A dedicated emcee before I heard it pay

But now, ain’t nothin' free, dawg

Need a couple G’s at least fuckin' with me, dawg

I’m ill, actin' like you don’t see, dawg

But you a wolf, I know you’re pre, dawg

I’m on that ass like toilet seat

I’m fly, plus I keep a lil shum shum like toiletries

And I deliver like they order me

This beat is wavy, I just came to test the waters

Nothin' more to see