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stro – hot 97 freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m from where it’s more pressing
and less fear in ya
go to places you ain’t heard of
that’s the last time we hear of ya
reputation, you gotta earn it
city took graffiti of the trains
cats still keep a burner
holidays is the hollow days
it’s hard to rap a present
even harder to represent when we present
monsters, straight from the ghetto residence
tryna get the cake where the [?]
and a mans life if he trife
no time wasted
mess around and get found
messin’ with the foundation
end up a patient
plenty with the m’s
we impatient
moves prove we some legends in the makin’
what i’m rockin’ never basic
probably custom like a jamaican
you hatin’ well suck ya mudda
ha, excuse my language
i’m just, uh

[verse 2]
me and my bro’s keep them tracks like them p.o’s
some throw shots we throw bows
you know the bank rolls is my focus
lyrically i’m the dopest
i keep it real hip-hop
but chill with that broke sh-t
i need o’s like the next man
two commas, flow noodles
new ramen, new rhymer
stay tryna, figure out how i get the cow
flatbush n-gga got bigger
from pickin’ pennies out the couch
sh-t changed, with flows they ridin’ me
tryna catch me in traffic, i never switch lanes
i keep the rider wave right, right away, dedicated
some n-ggas only spit sick when they medicated
my sober mind so divine
a n-gga still a teen with a cult following like i’m 45
so bare with me, jiggy from here to sydney
biggin’ tracks, you better break fast, i keep it gritty

[verse 3]
well it’s the super-duper
smoke mics like a hooper
rap trooper, shots from my lyrical bazooka
that bk bounce when i manouevre
my slinger, head banger
busta, you just a rhyme booster
used to, that bullsh-t
well check somethin’ new
this flow i call sp-cey, apey
cooler than an ac, lately
i been flowing higher than n-ggas could rate me
the major labels uncool, i never let them rape me
maybe, that was too far but f-ck it
it’s said, dead
i’m on to the new sheet like wet beds
illest on the roster yes, dread
they prefer i perform
too flea to flea, and too [?] to [?]
explosive, hittin’ ’em, slpittin’ ’em
gettin’ ’em out their clothes, if
they’re dimes, still wouldn’t get a dime of mines
i’m no player, f-ck a himalaya
bed-ridden [?] slay ya

[verse 4]
i just need loot for new boots
that dough for my mama
the mac with an actress palmer, keke palmer
i know who i am, i’m much calmer
i take bricks like commas
then i come back like karma
i hope you got armour
my lyrical bullets sharp like gillete
we up in here like barrette’s, pause
i be the dawg, n-ggas love it like hog maws
and [?] with the cheddar
who is stellar as this bk fella
never, have you seen an iller lyricist
n-ggas is trash, they litterin’
plus illiterate, never bite, not even a little bit
untouchable, you can feel this sh-t
scratch them out the pic like i feel an itch
don’t make an album, ‘less you make a hit
n0body f-cks with you, you wouldn’t sell a bit
i be the mellowest, call ma carmello
treat rhymes like nicks and dimes
-breathe in- hater’s go -breathe out-
every time i make a move
you whinin’, we winnin’
the finest of women we in ’em
spit venom
tell ya girlfriend get her hands out my denim
illest in my city since my lips left the t-tty
now i milk cats and rap for ’em
he gon’ blow for sure, he don’t need you to clap for him

[verse 5]
bound to go plat on any platform
[?]
yo every verse i deliver is great
they sh-t is garbage, illest artist
since i dropped starvin’ like marvin
i know i’m a god, so when cats diss my writings
i probs won’t reply, #teamlightskin
rap was a form of art, that’s what most prefer
if they think the art is gone now, wait until my van go
-skrrt- straight off the block
i rock from my block to your corner
known in the hood like tom warner
i warned ya, time and time again
i’m the new leader, these cats pretty
they got an aura like rita
treat a track like a fajita
know goons that keep a sp-ce on they waist for heaters
but i don’t even attract that type of energy
business with whites but i keep it ebony
rippin’ body parts, i use my head
write with my hands, but when i’m off this earth
i leave a legacy, uh

- stro lyrics

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