Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Got me feeling like a punk

Far from basic or complacent
Keep some loaded bases
If they don't see the vision
Couldn't fix that shit with lasik
Sick of waiting know that greatness
Be my destination
Losing patience
Know this shit is all mine for the taking
When I'm out in Santa Ana
Let em hear my country grammar
I got family from the south
Yeah I grew up around them bamas
Need some gold up in my mouth
If I'm posing for the camera
I know cuzzo tote the hammer
Pray to god that it don't jam up
Had to hustle off the muscle
Figure out the Puzzle
I'm a dawg without the muzzle
Swear you boys in trouble
Call me confident or cocky
I can't do the humble
Treat the rap just the like rock
Sit back and watch it bubble

Yeah I do my own stunts
Know your role Know your role
Yeah I do my own stunts
Please don't try this shit at home
Catch me sitting real low
While the coppers on patrol
Wanna know my M O
Fuck my x's
Get the O's
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Got me feeling like a punk
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Got me feeling like a punk

Keep the bass sounding super chunky
Fucking up the place
Give me space
I don't want these niggas all up in my face
On a race
Trying to elevate
Niggas can't relate
Treat it like a day job working 25/8
Hold up wait
Tell em don't be late
I done caught a wave
Drop a tape
Call it Rebel heart
For the young and brave
I must say
I'mma put in work
Cradle to the Grave
Oy vey
I'm just trying to flirt
She like boy behave
Talk my shit just like no other
Niggas barely understand
Only thing they need to know
Is put the dough right in my hands
Know that I was meant to go
Built it slow like my demand
Out with black stars on the road
Rock like I was in the band

Yeah I do my own stunts
Know your role Know your role
Yeah I do my own stunts
Please don't try this shit at home
Catch me sitting real low
While the coppers on patrol
Wanna know my M O
Fuck my x's
Get the O's
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Got me feeling like a punk
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Yeah I do my own stunts
Got me feeling like a punk

Trying to keep my head straight
Burning off the dead weight
Burning off the rubber while I'm skating on the interstate
Getting to the chicken and the cheese that's a dinner date
All I really need is a pocket full of dead franks
But it ain't all about the bank roll
I'm just trying to make a name till it's case closed
Be intentional can't leave it up to fate bro
if you want it then you really gotta take yours
From the front door
To the back door
Got the punks on attack
Bout To snap yo
Hear you talk a lot of noise
Where ya at though?