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me put your hands up from the front to the back
Aint gotta do this
Aint gotta do that
You just wanna live
Shit you just wanna rap
Feel like you caught

me a fool cuz I ain't having that Remember when they used to hate me in school but this after-the-fact
Cause how could they front now that I'm in

Ian goin for it

I'm comin in first ain't no runner up 
Vibe records ain't no one in front of us 

We put in the work like we strapping up
Cracking down

You broke my heart na cannot front ni I need my money up front 
Keep me a stick extra clip and a grip case a nigga get fly out the lip 
Whipping

silence like I do
Keep your money coming fuck being an idol
Be there for your family do what's vital
Man I don't look down in front of no one
Everyday is

lace
Act in the lemonade
Give a fuck bout ya base
Where you sleep where you stay
Shoot you in ya damn face
C-4 to ya front door
Bleach & mop for

slapped
From the front to the back
Everybody here's gonna help me out
Everybody Dies up next and that
Dance crew here getting vexed and that
So when

Keep it 100
I swear i done watched too many niggas change right in front me
I sleep with my gat so its always feeling cuddly
I see straight through

You stand right there
In front of me
Waiting for me
To come back home
You know i don't
Have the words
To make you understand
I know you will
You know i

Now that I could do numbers without a label
They labeling me the cat with the hustlers spirit
Now that God is in front of it I’m so loud with

It’s like Siri even knew
Ain’t no maybes poppin’ on my phone when you come thru
Yeah you know it’s only you i ever wanted
But still you front like i

one or remake
Thats the way this cycle play why you act like its ok
Like it just another day ice cube on replay
Front porch broad day front porch night

the comets fly right by
In front of your cold lifeless eyes
I feel the limitations
The force of gravitation
I feel my broken heart
Get pulled underneath

the front 
Kick it like a punt 
Get up out the spot before you get punched 
I don't do the Og 
I smoke runtz 
Bitch I'm coming out the cut 
I got my gun

the Children, my truth is for ya spirit
Ain't nobody gotta front, my nigga you can feel this
Fearless
Ahhhhhh
Like the Wu is for the Children, my truth is for ya

All know it’s when I look deep into yo eyes
We can go all night baby nothing hide
I can hit it from the front back side to side
I know you like it

been the one that hurt you
In front of the vision but never tore up the clear view
You got hella bad bitches in your circle
And we grown baby don't worry

crossed on the floor
In front of the TV with a blank screen
My wife in an empty room with a drink and a blank dream
The bank seemed crazy enough

Double my duffle 15 on some shoes
Run up a knot yeah my pockets a lump
Keep me a lot yeah right off the jump
Whip of the lot with the trunk in the front

in front of you

Where do you go
When you fall from the sky
When the light leaves your eyes
Like a ship in the night
You're living a plastic life
Just

doesn’t know that she’s cared for
Don’t walk up to that front door, he tells himself
That things won’t work out
That he doesn’t know how to love anymore

played
By the way
I’m still runnin’ late
I guess it must be someone’s lucky day
Take a front row seat
And laugh at my dismay
I guess it ain’t gonna be my

front of me
But you aren't in front of me
God sat me down he said he need some more from me
He need some more from me
There's a plot twist always shit

I've been sittin' here in our front room
The curtains are open, I look outside
Boy that sun is layin' down some bright
And I'm on my second cup