Tr.Raps.It - Stunt/Stow

Yo
Man
You heard the motherfucking man
Turn that shit up
We gotta stunt on these haters
Fuck 'em all
Check it
Uh
Yeah
I fucking run up and I grab the bag
These rappers still asleep
Wonder did they ever have the badge
To wear up on their sleeve
It's fucking ticky tack
X and O's
They tryna start beef
Why you tryna fight somebody
When you know your shit is weak
Take a seat young Skywalker
A master of the clowns
Talking heat
You a barker and a bastard of a hound
When you feat all these authors
Just to get your hits around
I done beat all these talkers
What they speak is not a sound
And if you fucking with my vibe
I know you real
And if you talking all the time
that's how it feel
But it don't have to be the deal
We all working for a meal
I know you probably heard the speel
From your mother last year
I said, "Fuck it"
One way ticket with no luggage
Bombay sippin double cup it
Fuck yeah I'm stunting
Grab the bag repeat it
Then I'm plugging
They ain't got the style
Stay clutching
Ready for a dozen
While I'm running through
A time trial
Lapping all these people told me Never let ya bros down
Then the same damn people
Go and let the bros down
Who you really think you chose man
Who?
The bros?
Wow
And I won't hold it on ya head
But since you said some
Had to snap and leave 'em dead
Just to bring the vet home
Check left check right
Boy then I check one
Even God said that hate
Would be a blessed run
So I won't stress
When all these haters
Knocking on my door
And I won't stress
When y'all are calling me
To pull for four
But why you stress
When there ain't stress
You just created more
And I don't give a fuck
Man you know that that's for sure
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh
It's TR
Yeah
Nine times outta ten
When they leave you gotta fend
For yourself to pay the rent
They never taught you how blend
Just pretend
Never spend
Shit I know I'm gon' spend
All I needed was a gem
To bring my eye a better lens
Of all the dimes and the cents
Need my mind to take a risk
Think I'm climbing heavens steps
And I won't buy in like the rest
Know my line was made before me
I was dying to impress
All the diamonds and the Lauren
Got me flier than the rest
I take a pic a week
To show my progress
The man I was to what I'm now
It can't compare to how I'm blessed
If you looking at the past
I'll tell you drop it like address
I'm walking over all my fears
Like I was stepping on their necks
Uh
And I been on my next shit
Wild West
This that Red Dead Redemption
Uh
And I been on my next shit
With direction

Written by:
Andrew Tofslie

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