Stro The Mc - He Fell Off lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] He ain't even making music, he fell off Twitter followers he's losing, he fell off Yo, wasn't he on some TV show, he fell off I ain't heard of him since bro, he fell off [Bridge] C'mon man his music s** He look like Ne-Yo with hair He ain't even puttin' out nothing He's losing followers I got more swag than him [Verse 1: Astro] Yo, yo, yo I done heard enough 'bout your swagger It's time to make moves like Mick Jagger I rather top it than be the topic That lyrical prophet making profits And won't stop it till this workout plan Make me a skinny dude with big pockets Versatile and always keep a extra flow Game tired so the kid-napping like Mexico You can't beat it? Urologist is where you best to go (Why?) cause they cure rappers Pause, I'm dropping jaws hold a candle to yours, your burning I see you trying to duplicate my style, you're learning Itserves no purpose, unless Im earning Kermit, Green, Guap, bread and never the in between Combined all my influences and came out sick That influenza, as I enter the center My next word is highly anticipated Clear the real MCs, Nas gave me the stamp, I'm initiated [Hook] [Bridge] He's ugly, he ain't got no girls, he ain't got no nose bridge Girls don't be replying to him Nobody even mess with him no more He ain't getting no tweets from celebrities I mean his life really is just boring! [Verse 2: Astro] Ain't the life I chose, but the one I was given Along with lyricism and perfection of rhythm So I took the microphone and spoke Cause I was tired of being a contradiction, living dead broke! I'm less friendly at the venues Cause if it ain't the dollar sign In your user name, then they unfriend you! Around the cool kids, I used to lurk But then I threw that L up Cause being cool was too much work! Now rap is how I get paid Yard snakes intersecting, every second trying to make me switch lanes Switch blade sharp with the street smarts Got Keith for the stencil, put it in the booth Now check the street art That individual collecting residuals imminent and innovative Flow creative like a a chocolate M&M End of them Speculations! Cause my style is fat, so quit the chit chat Cause Brooklyn's back! [Verse 3: Astro] Yo, I'm so New York that nobody don't like me Shout-outs to Fab I'm wrecking the records without a pad Think I pretend to be nice, but really I'm wack But never catch me in the act Facts is macs don't fall of, we fall back So fall back with that instigating, instagraming Tryna see where my plans is Yo homie where your manners I keep that finess every second fly Homie never lie, kick lines cause they demand it I will not lose