Lyrics:

Oh
(One Hunnid)
Ooh
Yeah
Ayy, let's go
Never been in one band (nah)
But I'm still the front-man (right)
We so independent, they (whoa)
Play the kid at Sundance (ah)
I'm here for the sweep
Need a broom, dustpan (ayy)
I don't need a stuntman (uh)
Do my own stunts, man
Yeah, had to brush it off, feel like Van Gogh
They don't hear me, feel like Van Gogh (uh)
Heater and headband, I feel like Rambo
It's pitch black, so none of y'all can see me, ayy
God got me, it's a leap of faith (yeah)
City behind me, it's a street parade (ayy)
Lotta talkin', I need some space (yeah)
Keep it short, psh, abbreviate
You don't need two cents, man, keep the change
Got a crown, playin' keep away
Don't worry ' bout it, I keep it safe
Take the book, read the plays
Still impossible to recreate
Runnin' things, how I keep in shape
Birthday plays, it's me and Cakes
Fall behind, I lead the way
Keep it straight, never deviate
The meeting place my secret base
It's like I'm playin' some GTA
Yeah, in and out, don't leave a trace
She ain't talkin' dollars, then somebody need to mediate
Married to the money, show it PDA
Right
Never been in one band (nah)
But I'm still the front-man (right)
We so independent, they (whoa)
Play the kid at Sundance (ah)
I'm here for the sweep
Need a broom, dustpan (ayy)
I don't need a stuntman (uh)
Do my own stunts, man
Yeah, had to brush it off, feel like Van Gogh
They don't hear me, feel like Van Gogh (uh)
Heater and headband, I feel like Rambo
Yeah, it's pitch black, so none of y'all can see me
Yeah, keep it goin', don't squeak the brakes (whoa)
Hate seein' me lead the way (right)
Stay wining like squeezin' grapes (ah)
Been flyin', I can't land, I might end up deep in space
On air for a while now, like season eight (let's go)
Child's play, easy bake, piece of cake
First Take like Steven A
Couple artists I crossed paths with back then had me leavin' faith
Nowadays, they askin' me for my feature rate
I tell 'em, "I don't want to feed the snakes
Just go away, you should be ashamed"
Lotta luggage like TSA
A lotta cold nights and freezing rain, but seasons change
A lotta nice watches, but the time don't appreciate, right
Never been in one band (nah)
But I'm still the front-man (right)
We so independent, they (whoa)
Play the kid at Sundance (ah)
I'm here for the sweep
Need a broom, dustpan (ayy)
I don't need a stuntman (uh)
Do my own stunts, man
Yeah, had to brush it off, feel like Van Gogh
They don't hear me, feel like Van Gogh (uh)
Heater and headband, I feel like Rambo
It's pitch black, so none of y'all can-