Lyrics Saratoga - Stro

Saratoga

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