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stro - cut that sh*t off lyrics

[intro]
man, cut this sh-t off-
yeah, yeah, yuh

[verse]
n-ggas never see whats happenin’ ’til it’s too late
eat your chicken, drink your kool-aid
tweet your crimes and keep your crew straight
rock your dress and call your crew “bae”
looked at radio focused on what they do play (man, cut this sh-t off already)
(hahaha) yo, i zone in a sp-ce of my own
knowledge itself, the closer the god, the darker the tone
i cooks quietly, step up in this b-tch with variety
and watch the way the media can manipulate society
i’m stressed out but not a dark stress
the type of stress to cause laughter
everyday a blog promotin’ a new rapper
half of which don’t even know the roots of this sh-t
n-ggas cut school but they cool so they get freshman list
and wheres your principles? f-ck it, i’m droppin’ out
i got a intellect you couldn’t beat
catch me with my podium on fulton street
i lost sight slightly of why we have a voice
so f-ck bein’ editors choice
i spent ten years tryna master my sk!ll like the true spitters
but more importantly, i’m crackin’ smiles with the hipsters
i’m bout to make it y’all, network and matter
f-ck all these bars
and if i take a picture with some weed
ooh, they gon’ call me a star
lately been feelin sorry for these uniformed 90’s babies (man, cut this sh-t off-)
medicate my age that thought illmatic dropped in the 80’s
but he got a a in school so he can write about hip-hop
these outta town n-ggas be rappin’ like kids bop
and he callin’ that sh-t hot
but if they got a million plays
who’s dumber? them or they listeners? like, “he hard”
some of these people really need god
and ogs play this sh-t for the world
like, yo i hate this sh-t (man, cut this sh-t off already)
with haters like y’all, who needs prs?
i watch workers at high positions walk past me
and give me the most respect in the world
but never ask me if i need a hand
f-ck ’em ’cause when i blow up like vietnam
they gon’ sit and say, “i always seen it, man”
i look around nowadays and i’m uninspired
so many people around me workin’ like they tired
still i embrace it
f-ck how you feel, i rap for my homies in the bas-m-nt
back in flatbush
that can feel the authenticity behind each statement
my new flow messy yet he tells a story so well
how these cats in the highest positions ain’t raisin’ no h-ll?
no pictures paintin’ vivid 4 your eyez only problem, d-mn
if i was cole, i would of dropped a harder album, d-mn
if i was pete rock, i would of ignored yachty
and hit up stro the mc, give him a free beat to body
but y’all energies is misdirected
until y’all n-ggas reach out
y’all commentary on the game, i can’t respect it
tell these labels i’m hip-hop and i feel neglected
(man, cut this sh-t off-) and tell these blogs i need the promo
that kim k get when she naked
tell these n-ggas in the street to stop pressin’ me for my number
-ssumin’ i’m up and actin like you knew me when i was under
y’all n-ggas are stuck in the past, slaves to the golden era
this ain’t old school
you just ain’t heard nothin’ this dope in forever
say y’all make hits, play y’all tracks and it’s the same sh-t (man, cut this sh-t off already)
oh, yo, yo, yo, one more thing, one more thing
tell these emcees to please sit down for a while (man, cut this sh-t off-)
and focus more on developing they style
i couldn’t tell most of you guys apart from the crowd
stop screamin’ when you rappin’, dawg
why you so loud? i’m right here
i see a lot of dumb n-ggas with bright hair
but i ain’t trippin’, get your bread and tie the laces in your head
see most of y’all just got wack flows and itchy afros (man, cut this sh-t off already)

[outro]
aye, better [?], cut that sh-t off

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