Stro The Mc - Sound Boy Burial lyrics

[Produced By Platinum Pat] [Intro] 2,1,2 From B to U Some Shotta sh** s**ers getting beat down(2x) Bud a bye bye Now s**ers getting beat down s**ers getting beat down(on a daily) s**ers getting beat down(2x) Budda bye bye [Verse 1: Astro] Now it's so many debates about who really running this Rappers getting weaker man they taking out the fun in this I'm causing damage, ain't stopping until there's too much breath to manage Making a n***a vanish, Living a movie, but don't need cameras on canons I'm losing my manners, got hits, but major folk don't play me though Saying that they gonna support, but looking at me like "you ain't pay me Stro" Guess I'm dolo, me and my crew, Grade A logo Ya'll spitting so-so Ah, Approaching charts with a pogo Stick to the script or getcha noggin under jogging Really kicking knowledge Phony here for dollars Funny you quit the dollars when you hear the dollars coming in Your rain on the top, stop when I start Thunderin Buggin ain't loving these women I'm hugging you nothing I'm rugged my borough is dug-in I'm fly you just luggage You n***as will rummage for something that's thumpin Instead of just lookin at this cat from Brooklyn Augustine put a catchy hook in you're dead I'm still god body in the flesh Lyrical fest And ammo for any n***a that testin Got my war paint tatted I really do this sh** you just added Twitter legends I'm repping my Brooklyn brethrens Pull out your cell and Take this number for the coroner Ya'll n***as is large, but you ain't messing with the orators He who trying to be brave must be dealt with I'll break you I see through your make-up rick baker couldn't save you I'ma hire some goons turn a blogger to a jogger My pick reads you shouldn't play'em wait till I alayam Dismantle and display'em Which one a wanna want the ultimatum Can't compete then n***a scram Damn [Outro]