| Yo see that dude?
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| Yo see that dude? |
| He be frontin'
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| Like he be frontin', like he be frontin', like he be frontin'
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| Yo
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| Are you frontin'?
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| It’s time to call your bluff
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| Are you for real or do you make stuff up?
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| Disguises playing tricks on my irises
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| Act rough, but then they’re silky smooth to the touch
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| You abuse just to light the fuse and get your dues
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| But the big man’ll fall down when he splits his shoes
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| Confused? |
| You will be
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| Front and don’t feel free
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| We got silky clean kids acting like they’re filthy
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| Bravado as bow and arrows fly through the parks, so
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| Who’s gone be big today and who’s the arsehole?
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| Me, I’ll take it past as they stay fixed in position
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| Play the game hard enough and you can win the competition
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| Bluffs turn girlfriends to friendly girls
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| With secret bendy worlds that clutch nuts like they’re squirrels
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| Lose out and find out that your place is last
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| And you’ll leave wearing your disrespect like a face-mask
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| Me I drink a half-pint from a great glass
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| So I might stare at you like I’m the type to beg charge
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| But I’m jokin' it’s just that some hit out in the open
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| You’re only as tight as the hole that you’re poking
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| But then you got the real ones
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| I think that that kid just something that I feel
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| Son spoke with a steel tongue
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| Stuff you could eat a meal from
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| Or just ignore cause the darkness of the deepest depths you won’t explore
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| See there really is scary people
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| It’s just some of them hide behind the fact that they’re deceitful
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| Like when you rap and they wanna meet you
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| But they seen this imagery
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| But I’m the same as you met in my imagery
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| Staring at me angrily
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| But I know what you’re angle be
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| Look like it but there’s not a chance that you’d strangle me
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| Cause I’ve seen teens come across like they’re murderers
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| When the worst crime they committed was turned burglars
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| So I ain’t trying to emerge as no big-armed gangsta
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| More like wanker
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| That’ll take your bird and not thank her
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| So that’s the point, don’t front if you ain’t backing
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| There’s no shame in saying there’s something you’re lacking |