Nathan Jarrelle - Stunt Lyrics

They want me to stunt
They want me to stunt
They want me to flex
They care bout the money
They care bout the checks
They checking for ice on my neck

They want me to stunt
They want me to stunt
They want me to flex
They care bout the money
They care bout the checks
They checking for ice on my neck

He is The One they rejected
I am the one He selected
Devil do this, people do that
I am the one He's protecting
I'm unaffected with the elect
I'm quick to forgive not quick to forget
You do what you can, I do what you can't
Apart from the world
I gotta em perplexed
Not my fault that I'm up next
He gave me the Light now I'm Edison
He knocked on my heart and I let Him in
I could care less who I'm better than
My focus has moved on to better things
Don't call me bro when I'm not your friend
You moving too waste and I see the trend
All of my ice on my wife's hand

They want me to stunt
They want me to stunt
They want me to flex
They care bout the money
They care bout the checks
They checking for the ice on neck

They checking for ice on my neck
My baby bad she finesse
She a blessing from the Lord
He got me right, never left
I'm dead to sin I confess
Now I'm righteous nothing less
I was washed in the blood
And I'm covered in His love
A lot of people wanna hate
The same people spectate
Show me love to my face
But they want me dead in the grave
The wicked will perish and that's the Truth
Proverbs 2:22
Pick yo battles what you wanna do
You got the fame and you still lose

They want me to stunt
They want me to stunt
They want me to flex
They care bout the money
They care bout the checks
They checking for the ice on neck

They want me to stunt
They want me to stunt
They want me to flex
They care bout the money
They care bout the checks
They checking for the ice on neck

They want me to stunt
They want me to stunt
They want me to flex
They care bout the money
They care bout the checks
They checking for the ice on neck

Here I go with the third verse
More fans I never cursed
I body the track and I got the hearse
I'm moving forward, make em all reverse
All I keep hearing is Hersey
They lie bout the Truth like a Pharisee
They wanna get mad cause I'm confident
I'm God's boy, Jesus taught me it
I ain't got the time for a argument
I stay low, leave me out it
No fame, listen how I spit
I ain't got nothing to lie about
Look at my closet it's cleaned out
I'm not high but I'm far out
On a different road and it's charted out