Kwon Baker - The Front Lyrics

God bless every plug that's frontin' that weed
She love doing drugs just know she a feen
Watch how the drum hit
You frontin' on me
She loving my sleeze
Can't front on a G
And if a nigga frontin'
Leave him runnin' capisce
They see me coming its
A dog off the leash
My mind like oop
Don't do that there
When they frontin' I turned physco
I need straps to the chair
My mac in the air
These casual affairs that I keep running into
Don't really f*ck with these people
Rather pick up my pencil
Stretch my mental
I'm glad the plug is frontin'
This weed
Because without it my mind doing these devilish things
Feeling the pain uh
Bee with the sting
K.o. In my drink
Don't step in the paint
Don't front for the fame
Putting niggas onto the game
Target, I aim
Setting a flame
And every bar like Bane
Bar no Xans can't f*ck with the man
We front on the man
Stick to the plan
Dope in my hand
Kush in my socks
Watch how they plot
Come together
Look at the knots can't f*ck with opps
Re upped up with the block
I can't f*ck with an opp

I had to cop me a Glock
God bless every nigga coming out the mud
The ones that slept on the rain were the ones that drowned the flood (oh)
We just flow and get that shit in blood
You make it do what it don't we make it do what it does
That's on my bloods, my locs, as well as disciples
This on my girl, my folks, as well as my idols
You niggas entitled to shit you're not worth
Been threat since my birth
Who's the obnoxious redhead that's up under her skirt
Oh that's just Benny (who?)
Y'all don't pay him no penny
He'll get up in her panties and make her prouder than penny
D'usse on the rocks straight, me want no coke with no Henny
Niggas fronting like they got it, man that shit is offending
Can't even buy her a Fanta, talking about buying Fendi
The bad bitches you be claiming looking like Ren & Stimpy (Yikes)
I guess I get it, fake it til' you make it
But never fix your lips to talk down on the greatness
I do not wanna hear that shit
I do not wanna hear that shit
I do not really feel that shit
I don't give a f*ck about your shit
Don't give a f*ck I'm nonchalant as f*ck
Nonchalant I rarely give a f*ck
Left them in the dust and now they think that they catchin' up
Nicki Cage in my own lane I'm just blazing up
Three years in the making peep this f*cking monster
Bruce Lee on the beat I kick the flow like water
Bozos talking rah-rah shit but never bother
Shut your f*cking mouth
And go search for your father