Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saratoga , by - Stro. Release date: 27.02.2020
Song language: English
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 |