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stro – fear me lyrics

[hook: stro the mc]
yeah, yeah
uh
yeah
gotta catch the beat
yeah
uh
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that’s how i feel how i feel
yeah
check

[verse 1: stro]
yo hip-hop be x’n, my sh-t be so laid back
it’s hard for n-ggas to understand me
i put too much medicine in the candy
and it’s 2018 now family, i should have known
when trying to teach my people trap beats come handy
my followers tweet, but don’t demand me
confusing, feel like i only got 5 fans
i leave it in god’s hands
the modern day industry is depressing
when your sk!ll level can’t get you farther than your finessing
it’s more about the hook and how you dressing
the devils that infiltrated the culture, it ain’t even up for question
people that get me, probably be 21 or 60
n-ggas my age too mixy
i’m praying for you
most of my heroes die, still i’m slaying for you
the world reaching it’s end, god i’m waiting for you
this sh-t like one song
it’s getting boring
same sounds, i think we need gabriel’s h-rn
my heart feel like a drum beat
maybe i need some p-ssy
i be coming off as grumpy
f-ck it, i’m hungry
my thoughts for my future self, got me feeling c-cky
i grind, and get that spot but never trip
sh-t, i knew it was mine
i seen it already, i know i’m a legend
but i gotta be humble, because all the shot callers is peasants
when in my presence, my life like a video
when hit, pop is product, [?] directing
i’m focused on it, sh-t, that’s probably all you see
that’s the motto
i treat the f-cking bars like ciroc bottles
i’m drunk off flow, high off hope
you think a n-gga better exists?
you’re high off c0ke, the radio jokes
heh, comedians with the serato
a lot of records this ain’t fire or richard pryor’s
new york state is like the laugh factory
and them cosmo [?] calling n-ggas out, now they mad at me
that sh-t that echoed after me
i play the villain happily
lyrically like an athlete, tackling every track i meet
blocking off every ack i meet, app i’m just living
not in events i’m just spitting
y’all confuse stupid with different
government trippin’
look at these devils we got to live with
they said it was a crime, but the pigment my pigment
my raps too black in this rainbow era
everybody friends ain’t no terror
never speak on my name ’cause they know better
outlaw
i talk sh-t, make you smell it if i shout more
y’all all without core
i speak from the pit of my stomach
they know it’s nuts, but they don’t know how i’m coming
master beats, we could end the master ‘bates
about the young n-ggas ending the cl-ss of greats
it’s cash the tape
i’m trying to keep my cash the rate
matter of fact all i got is my word and my b-lls
they tryna cash the rate
it’s heartbreaking when y’all compare me
like n-gga, do you hear me?
they cool, but i’m direct reflection of perfection, like clearly
this year i’m k!lling everything near me
if vice, the old rappers, and blogs, don’t feature me
fear me

[outro]
yeah
how’s it sound?

- stro lyrics

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