Stro The Mc - Cut That Sh*t Off lyrics

n***as never see whats happenin' til its to 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 Yo I zone in a space of my own Knowledge itself the closer the god the darker the tone I cooks quietly step up in this b**h 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** n***as cut school but they cool so they get freshman list And wheres your principles f** it i'm droppin' out I got a intellect you couldn't be Catch me with my podium on Fulton Street I lost sight slightly [?] have a voice so f** bein' editors choice I spent ten years tryna master my sk** like the true spitters But more importantly i'm crackin' smiles with the hipsters I'm bout to make it yall Network and matter f** all these bars And if I take a picture with some weed Oh they gon' call me a star Lately been feelin sorry for these uniformed 90s babys Medicate my age that thought Illmatic dropped in the 80s But he got a A in school so he can write about hip-hop These outta town n***as be rappin' like kids bop And he callin' that sh** hot But if they got a million plays Who dumber them or there listeners like he har Some of these people really need god And OGs play this sh** for the world Like yo like I hate this sh** With haters like yall who needs PRs I watched 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** 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** how you feel I rap for my homies in the basement Back in Flatbush That can feel the authenticity behind each statement My new flow messy yet he tells a story so well Hows these cats in the highest positions ain't raising no hell No pictures paintin' vivid 4 Your Eyez Only problem damn If I was cole I would of dropped a harder album damn If I was Pete Rock I would of ignored yatchy And hit up Stro the MC give him a free beat to body But yall energys is misdirected Until yall n***as reach out Yall commentary on the game I can't respect it Tell these labels i'm hip-hop and I feel neglected And tell these blogs I need the promo That Kim K get when she naked Tell these n***as in the street To stop pressin' me for my number Assumin' i'm up and actin like you knew me when I was under Yall n***as 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 yall make hits play yall tracks and its the same sh** Tell these MCs to please sit down for a while And focus more on developing they style I couldn't tell most of you guys apart from the crowd Stop screaming when you rappin' dawg Why you so loud i'm right here I see a lot of dumb n***as with bright hair But I ain't trippin' get your bread And tie the laces in your head See most of yall just got wack flows and itchy afros