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letra de two more chances - stro

[verse 1]
when it comes to text
i’m similar to my ancestors
all the dead poets, they ghost is my professors
world sleep, like me in school lectures
guess its all karma
known to plant seeds, i’m ya neighborhood farmer
timbs and a bomber bat
you could tell what i rep from the silhouette (brooklyn)
newer names get the fame and trip
prolly backstage sniffing that sh-t
follow the fiend or the leader?
new or old beats, either
(?) go hard like we peter
i duck devils
up levels
can’t let a soul top me
will he stop?
no telling, that’s tekashi
chicas say papi
bored of the game when it became monopoly
cats gambling
keep care when i’m track handlin’
y’all sweet like rap mandarin
hanging mc’s by the ego
i don’t smile, i make cuts like i’m emo
day in the life of a popular loner
early morning woke up with a b-n-r
my first thought
is thank god i’m alive in a era where the dreamers die
the resurrection
i hear beats, feel a connection
similar to s-xin’ without protection
more raw than eddie
murphy
put work firstly
had a vision my moms cursed me
and told me to get the f-ck out the house
and never come back
so i went and gathered my luggage but i only packed raps
and now i’m running through takes
me and the engineers like roomates
you need more than money to out-stub me
and i love hip-hop, not country
i left a dead horse on the old town road
the kid is in a whole nother mode
kicking that fly sh-t
flatbush, bed stuy sh-t
beats b-mp like bodies in mosh pits
and caught seizures
every week i’m back with more heat for people with amnesia
got that bag, i’mma seize it
and tell you stay up like the pyramid of giza

beat switch up

[verse 2]
yeah, uh
feeling like one to one
born star who father
son to son
young gentleman, can i get your number, hun?
maybe even beat it like drum
bra-rum-buh-b-m
do this sh-t for the fun
and the funds
f-ck y’all, f-ck the world
i don’t run with them
why stro?
’cause they sensitive
and they dumb
n-gg-s looking like addicts
and they young
who’s you?
different foot, same shoe
y’all guys only fly ’cause you got it too?
jump out like po-go
make logos
live a movie, only break just to take photos
fresh
all the rest i do not owe those
since birth been the sh-t, been had the odor
test
my (?), now i gotta fold ya
shoulda never made -ssumptions, mama made a soldier, yeah
for those thinking they could get wit me
come equipped
it
come
with
free
delivery
hate, i deflate
plus
operate spiritually
life’s a b-tch but we got chemistry
right remedy
it’s no cure for this sickness
who that young man giving gems like its christmas?
keep ya head up
that ain’t a precedent(?), that’s a setup
f-ck it
tell ’em the rules for the truckfit, yeah
vicious
chicks say i’m delicious
more flavor than used dishes
ain’t sh-t pretty but the city view when i cruise bridges
rhymes got sharp like
new clippers
rhymes got hard like they seen nude pictures
i’m so erect, i come correct, yuh
i want coins like mario
get the mixed and the masters
slave to the audio
steal a show, know it hurt to invite ’em
in my bag like a personal item
and i’m not sorry
i’m sonnin’ these n-gg-s, no maury
take a look at the sky, we seeing eye to eye, yeah
i got the sh-t that you need though
a terrorist with my name written on the torpedo, yo
you other n-gg-s bore us like kodjoe
stro season and if you don’t know now you know, hoe

- stro

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