Stuntro

[Intro]
Welcome back
For the first time
Uh…

[Verse 1]
I ordered enchiladas, then I ate ‘em
Nowadays, we foreign-bound, need a translator
The fans relate ‘cause they can tell the real from a fake one
With every statement, no wonder why they start to hate you
When change came, blew your mainframe, wiped your data
Ahem, ugh! For sure shine with more rhymes than limericks
And buzzin’ in your city like a fuckin’ timе limit
We eatin’ off thesе raps like I stored ‘em in the kitchen cabinet
Nigga, ask about me—I’m a hustler to the core
From sellin’ niggas shorts out my pack [?]
[?] passport, blame it on your asphalt
Stand to raise the altitude, I’m jammin’ from the free-throw
On your mama front porch, laid up like a [?]
My cause is to stuntro; Change post-punk
But our public image say this prolly bangin’ out your trunk, though
Feet kicked up, up, tapes ten-zero
They deadstock my headshots: hometown heroes
What up, though?

[Verse 2]
Ugh! This what full creative control sound like
Flow shifted, ugh—leather stitchin’ on my ride
I ride by, peelin’ and leanin’ on right side
But I be feelin’ like Hot Spitta behind the [?]
Got it off the muscle, never owed a favor
“How y’all did it?” Shit, kept cold to the end
Had to move with our chin up, swingin’ for the ropes
Show to show, movin’ the crowd: Mike Buffer, yo
Still, they lie: “What’s your sound? How y’all made it?”
My toolboxes grew boxes, Roland made it
Speakers shakin’, spawns of [?]
We created some new shit
Call it what you call it, pimpin’—you ain’t on it
Ugh, tell ‘em, “Burn my shit”
The tables ain’t turned; we flipped that bitch
Tell me who you wit’