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from You Can't See Me

"Keep Frontin'" is track #10 on the album You Can't See Me. It was written by Lamont Coleman, Marc Joseph Predka, Freddie Foxx, John Cena.
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I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
(Yo)
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
(Right now)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
(I wanna teach all you MC's out there)

Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot
(How to be)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
(Effective)
Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin'
(Let's ride)

Do y'all know what time it is when everybody game
Is everybody else's hustle and everybody's shame
Is somebody else's blame, whatever I became
I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flame
I never refrain from loadin' up and takin' aim
Like chicks flows are different, I never come the same
My mic will be the dame, written or off the brain
I show up with my chest, pumpin' hard like Notre Dame

I lose then I regain, hustle is in the vein
I'm drinkin' protein shakes to muscle up the brain
In the black Chevy Suburban, sippin' champagne
With champagne, dick out doin' the damn thang
We movin' in the fast lane with them black thangs
On the way to the Bronx to do the ski-mask thang
I don't know what's so funny cause I ain't laughin'
The part is for a dead body, guess who's castin', castin'

I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
(Alright bro)
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
(I'm hearin' you)
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
(I'ma see what I can do)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
(See how I can rip it)

Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
(And be)
I knocked a lot, lot
(Effective)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', keep frontin'
(Follow this)
Keep frontin', keep frontin'

Cena spittin' with the bump, bump, bump for the Knux
Your whole crew gettin' dumped, dumped, dumped with the chumps
We rollin' like Donald Trump, Trump, Trump with the bucks
Your bitch-ass gettin' jump, jump, jumped cause you suck
Follow me, you stick around, 'round, 'round when it's hot
You claimin' that you down, down, down but you not
You try to offer me a pound, pound, pound you got
I can't wait to hear the sound, sound, sound of you shot

You hearin' me, it's time to show, show, show I got plans
That's all you brought you bettter go, go, go get your man's
A legal hustle, ain't no, no fuckin' with grams
Stash the heat 'cause I can throw it, throw it, throw it with my hands
I'm tellin' you on screen, screen, screen with these flicks
Catch me on the scene, scene, scene with three chicks
I fuck like a fiend, fiend, fiend with three dicks
Fuck a sixteen teen, teen I'm just sick

I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
(Yeah, what's good fellas)
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
(I'm feelin y'all man)
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
(Most these cats)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot out of men out
(Can't engineer, they career)

Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
(Yeah, Trademarc)
I knocked a lot, lot
('Bout to)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot out of men out
(Bout to show y'all)
Keep frontin', keep frontin'
(How to be, effective)
Keep frontin', keep frontin'

My camou' colors dog, they be beige and brown
That shit was all love 'til you cowards came around
With the same ol' sound that's why your payroll down
That's how the game go now that's why you ain't gain ground
'Cause you stuck on then dog, you ain't on now
And that's how it's been baby 'cause you ain't know how
You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats don't pound
I move quicker than the word on the street go 'round

I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down
You let your heat go blaow if you ain't speak profound
I write sixteens down 'til I hit green now
Makin' up slang, ain't know what shit mean now
Trademarc, Marc Predka, jot the real name down
You can catch it on every marquee in town
Sayin' Trademarc, ain't nobody like you now
Probably sweatin' this track dog, go wipe your brow

I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin'

I should h've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin'

You see, that's all it takes
Is for a man to make an effort to be effective
And if you're not effective then you're defective
Haha haha

Songwriters
LAMONT COLEMAN, MARC JOSEPH PREDKA, FREDDIE FOXX, JOHN CENA

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