[Verse 1: Cubeart]

I dont

I dont

I dont fuck with these people that are talking that shit

I dont fuck with those people cuz they're all talk, that's it

I don't fuck 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 shit 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 fuck 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

Fuck up the mix and clean up the master

You can talk shit but I'll never answer

Stupid bitch, 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 damn right, it's better than yours

Damn right, I bring it on tour

Damn right, you can smack it when bored

And damn 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 fuck 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 pissed off at the world, like fuck it, i don't need to do shit 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 shit, 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 fuckin' to be nice to be kept on the sidelines, when i'm the one the scene needs

Bitch get back watch that tongue

You ain't bad

Every time i step up in the room i got these all bitches that's flocking fast

Smokin' on the ounce I'm the one they ain't takin' down

Wicked crown, that i'm wearin' now bullshits not what i'm about

Lemme pick up the flow fuckboys 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 killer

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 pussies 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 motherfucker 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 bitch, 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