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nyth inning - i aint gonna front lyrics

intro
[nyth inning]
they lyin’ to you, you thinkin’ it’s all up!
trap money trapped in the game, that’s what i call stuck!
from d-town, to where they chop and screw
i’m a move this “christ thing” from the cha to the louvre!
(up and at ’em! adam salaah!)

[franky bells]
i ain’t tryin’, to be the realest at all
i don’t really care how you feeling that much
heaven’s where i’m trying to get in, and that’s all
i’m a keep it hunnud homie i ain’t gonna front. no-oh-no-oh

[nyth]
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!!!

verse 1
they always talk about the plug, and how they get it out mud
why they get lit off the bud, why she wanna be a stud?
i had about enough, the devil he wanna play rough
i’m about to call his bluff, and put this game in the cuff!
some people use that stuff, roll it, light it, puff, or snort that stuff, nose get tough, all cuz times get rough. (times get rough)
i ain’t gon front, it’s usually the end of the month
i got what i need, i ain’t get what i want – and you know i need dem new j’s!
everything else is foo-gaze, it’s a fiasco lupe
i need to be on top, toupe!
cuz i ain’t lil’ uzi!!! (uzi!!!)
you think they gettin it? you really think that they livin’ it?
you can’t see that they scrimmaging?
and blood blood is hemorrhaging? (ooh!)
we want that pic-sso! we want the cheese like nacho!
we want the moolah pr-nto, and every rapper’s el chapo, but dey not tho!!!
k!lled that it’s a (w)rap like a doobie
i love god, you think i care that the club goin up on a tuesday?

chorus
[franky bells]
i ain’t tryna be the “realest”
i don’t care you up in your feelings!
can never be what i’m not though
god made me authentic!
[adam salaah!]
whoop!
[franky bells]
dying daily i been k!llin’
heaven’s where i’m tryna get in
man i hope you really get it
i am ’bout my father’s business
you-already-know!
[nyth inning]
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!
i ain’t gon front!!!

verse 2
you caught up in ig (yes!)
you think he icey?
you think she wifey, from the east and you so hyphey?
just cuz he got a white t, you not a og, like ice t
my arms out, that’s lifey, you don’t serve him? that’s dicey! (that’s lifey!)
i’m tryna catch this pisces! and this game is the hook
i’m on every corner like a rook, shotgun suge, takin’ back what he took!
man it be like that, once was blind now i see like that!
(man i see like that?)
yeah i see like that. every now and then yeah it be like that!
the diamonds ain’t real, you know it’s moissanite
you thought it was real cuz of the way it caught the light! (ya caught the light!)
the lambo’s rented (rented!), no longer a limit! (limit!)
you know she was blemished, cuz her face was tinted! (whoo!)
i know it’s been a minute since you heard the real authentic! (yes!)
ain’t you hear a gimmick (yes!)
and you hear the real in it!
yeah-yeah-uh-huh-uh!
pin it up, it’s a (w)rap like a doobie
say what??
you think i care that the club goin up on a tuesday?

chorus

instrumental break
(up and at ’em! adam salaah!)

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