Stunts Lyrics

Stop, knock, then I kick the door down

Everybody freeze, get down on the floor now

Cuffing the beat, till everything is tore down

Then I release, feel like I can soar now

Sore, like I ran a marathon at a dead sprint

Tryna keep my thoughts straight, but I bend the splint

Feeling pretty broke, tryna end the stint

Condition fresh, like to keep my shit mint

Belly button lint the way I let tracks accrue

Tryna make some sales, that's word to Apu

Lines pretty ill, make you say achoo

Tie them all together like laces on a shoe

Woah, said I'd fly, then I flew

Keeping it precise like I'm writing Haikus

I'm just an artist tryna find food

Cloudy overcast, but Imma shine through

Woah, I do my own stunts

No I don't front

I do my own stunts

I'm bout to go up

Woah, I do my own stunts

No I don't front

I do my own stunts

I'm bout to go up

Stop, drop, track fire, so I'm on a roll

Honor roll to this, getting grilled, like I'm on the coal

Always on the go, keep on plotting while I'm on the low

Like limbo, but I'll rise, rap's Rod Kimble

Aye, I do my own stunts

Always swinging for the fence, that's no bunt

Tryna keep my shit level with no slumps

People tryna run on me, I tell them go punt

Can only go up, like gas that weighs less than air

Don't care about much, people hate, fair is fair

Like I'm at the fair, pay my fare, win the giant bear

Fair & square, people stare, don't give a rip, I'm on a tear

Like paper that's perforated

Maybe go outside, ride the board, surf the pavement

Made my own sound, don't know what Imma name it

Going pretty wild, but I don't think Imma tame it

Woah, I do my own stunts

No I don't front

I do my own stunts

I'm bout to go up

Woah, I do my own stunts

No I don't front

I do my own stunts

I'm bout to go up

Woah