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front - cubeart lyrics

[verse 1: cubeart]
i dont
i dont
i dont f*ck with these people that are talking that sh*t
i dont f*ck with those people cuz they’re all talk, that’s it
i don’t f*ck with those people cuz they chillin in the pit
of their couches doing nothing but sit
all day, i was cooking up beats, gordon ramsay
i don’t have features no friends in the industry
punch a hole through the wall like you’re andy
when i don’t let you on you’ve got the voice of a baby
i don’t want, i don’t need, all your sh*t come back to me
i can’t see none ya’ll dreams, on the stage i wanna scream
at the bank you’re full of greed, on a stage it ain’t just me
facetape ain’t in the seats, all up front is where we’ll be
when we pull up there’s a new energy
if the show ends it’s because it is three
in the morning they’re shutting us down
they’ll need a whole force, they’ll need the whole town
even when they bury us in the ground
jam with the gophers, the earth shakes now
now we worldwide and they f*ck with the sound
when we make it up they won’t ask us how (i don’t* i don’t*)

[chorus: cubeart]
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt (i don’t* i don’t*)
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt *stunt *stunt
[verse 2: mr. introvert]
step on these hoes and step on they toes
i walk to a beat and crush it tenfold
f*ck up the mix and clean up the master
you can talk sh*t but i’ll never answer
stupid b*tch, huh
don’t you know trix are for kids, huh
pull out my weed and i get baked
born in bakery way i got that cake
and d*mn right, it’s better than yours
d*mn right, i bring it on tour
d*mn right, you can smack it when bored
and d*mn right, it ain’t no chore
being better than, better than, better than you
i like it, i like it newer than new
i’m not an alien, i don’t bleed blue
rhyming so basic, reading dr. seuss
ew, ew, green eggs and ham
tell me again, who the f*ck is the man?
you just the icepack in my big freezer
smoke on the track and i get a lil meaner
20 million years from now, leila gonna save the world
rabbit in a race, guess who’s on top as the turtle
honestly, i don’t see your appeal
i’m the hardest rapper who would wear high heels
new blue sun, come up again
vibrant hue brings me life to attain
and you just see red, but you can’t make my favorite color
cause i’m royalty, in my king bed i slumber
[verse 3: kaylem]
cigarette drags getting me through my day
i’ve been p*ssed off at the world, like f*ck it, i don’t need to do sh*t anyway
you save face
using my name you’re so fake
it’s all game i won’t play
but if i did i would run the sh*t, like tim raines
i don’t change, only gettin’ better from here
i don’t want anything you got, i cannot be more clear
ride the beat hit the street
with the nikes on my feet
way to f*ckin’ to be nice to be kept on the sidelines, when i’m the one the scene needs
b*tch get back watch that tongue
you ain’t bad
every time i step up in the room i got these all b*tches that’s flocking fast
smokin’ on the ounce i’m the one they ain’t takin’ down
wicked crown, that i’m wearin’ now bullsh*ts not what i’m about
lemme pick up the flow f*ckboys ghost ridin’ these rented rovs
these rented rolls been done befo’
but they don’t know so i must go show out
stomp their growth out they awoke the k!ller
so clear the floor now thinking how i think
every word is gold whatchu know now? (right?)

[verse 4: j3]
keep a shotgun in my lap locked and loaded
nine mil in the k shocked and coated
pimped out tricks in the back, no clothing
man’s up now, got my pockets real bloated
shawty in the back, do whatever she wants
maintain the pack, better pay me at once
look past the glass i don’t carry no hunch
pick up the trash we don’t want no dust
i don’t want
to understand the lack of depth
these p*ssies tired they ain’t slept
they visit late? pay no respect
no i don’t want
no other way around it now
don’t move it up we move it down
i dance it up don’t bust it down
who’s the motherf*cker in the backseat tripping
get them out the whip cause im bouta start blitzin
petal to the floor, and my paint straight glistenin
pick up the pace, cab is hot like a kitchen
who’s at the front? that’s me at a slow roll
better in the game? yo please thats a no go
five percent tint? so dark, i see no glow
take out the key? no, please thats a low blow
wrap it up fast im tired of this no show
probably last, if im late turn to ocho
got a ace n a jack, been a minute so i stay low
at the bar order tap, a minute left so i blow snow
laugh it up now, joker toxins in the body
in the depths of it all, imma die still probly
kaylem, thats my dawg, gotta thank him what he taught me
humbling is a b*tch, but i gotta say not me (i don’t* i don’t*)
[chorus: cubeart]
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt (i don’t* i don’t*)
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt *stunt *stunt

[bridge: ryan riggs]
ah ah
i don’t want
oh no oh

[chorus: cubeart & ryan riggs]
i don’t want
none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt
i don’t want, none ya’ll gang up in the front
if i haven’t made it blunt
all ya’ll fake, don’t know the stunt *stunt *stunt

- cubeart lyrics

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