Stop Fronting

It's the return of the Mack-11
Mack-10 get up
Hennessy liquor, some weed and a ciga'
Ain't shit changed but the
Diamonds got bigga'
Watch Mucho Frio, somethin' like a blizzard
It's summertime it's hot
And you ain't got no Freeon
I'm in the Bentley drop to me you're a peon
You got neon lights underneath your Nissan
I got LeAnn Rimes passin' me the weed son
Doin' ten miles per hour through New York
Just ridin', bumpin' my new one
You act like I'm not that
Nigga that pop that
Rounds at your top hat, Blazers and Slacks
Fuck up your suit, send a couple of troops
That'll go find your friends and
Get them to you
Know the name niggas call me Bandana
They wanna write me off
But my songs is bangers

Bitch +Stop Fronting+, you open off my chain
Open off my watch, open off my Range
Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P
Off the words I wrote to the beats

Ayo, they talk shit behind my back
Smile at my face they wanna hear what I hear
And see what I see
P the God MC, I got a bottomless pit
Sixteen, that's how I keep dropin' new shit
This radio station, rotation
Nigga I just made this
I'm impatient, put my shit out now
Shut that other shit down this the Mixtape
Imagine how the album'll sound?
I'm on tour with Mobb Deep, we out in Japan
Australia and then we doin' Madison Square
Then it's right back on the
Road with 50 and EM
Rappers upset we last more longer than them
At the club we gon' pop
Your lady if she's hot?
She see we on the top
Now she starrin' at my rocks
I get in her box, and beat it up to socks
I mean fuck her brains out
'til she scream "Please stop" - C'mon!