Concealing it
 Chin up and ice grillin' it
 You get a buzz from the crowd
 And they be killin' it
 They might be loving the show
 But ain't revealing it
 We give the people what they want
 And make them jump
 But fools in the front are too cool to get crunk
 Not a hand in the air
 Gotta stand and stare
 And never correspond with the call and respond
 Beyond that-
 They're just trying to gleam
 Like we said in the club
 Just to see or be seen
 If you're up in the scene
 And the scene is thick
 And you can't cooperate
 Then it's best to flip
 With ya wack ass
 Acting like a jack ass
 You're taking up space looking up in my face
 And you ain't got the good grace to scream out loud
 Take ya sorry ass
 Straight to the back of the crowd
 'Cause most bros that I know
 Be up in the show
 Up in the front row
 Too hard to say "Hoooo!"
 Screw face on
 Like we're 'bout to go to blows
 Hat pulled low
 Too cool to go "Hooooo!"

 CHORUS

 There's always one in the front
 Acting like he don't know
 Looking at me like a ho
 But don' wanna say "Ho"
 Crowd blaze it up
 Wanna be thugs don't wanna raise it up
 Got ya-
 Lips tight
 Screw face the whole night
 But at the end of the show
 They be like "That's tight!"
 Yeah right
 You're looking at me like you wanna fight

 See I'm the type that'll throw down the mic
 'Cause I'm
 Quite nice with adjectives and the pronouns
 But some clowns stare me down
 Like a showdown
 And when the love goes around
 You gets no pound
 You wouldn't put your hands up
 So keep your hands down
 Your whole damn squad is fraud
 Beaugard to the front to look hard
 It's kinda odd
 Wanna be a superstar
 But you're far from that
 I bet the people in the front
 Want you playing the back
 'Cause most bros that I know
 Are too hard to "Ho" at the show anymore
 I don't know
 Guess they'd rather elbow
 Instead of playing the low
 Looking at me like a ho
 But don't wanna say "Hooooo!"

 CHORUS

 All out in the cut
 Lookin' like "Fool what?"
 Don't come for the shows
 They just come for the hoes
 Up in the front row
 Tryna profile and pose
 Tempers flare if you dare
 To step on their toes
 Just can't enjoy themselves
 Like they're supposed
 Can't get them open
 'Cause they keep their minds closed
 Chose to remain frame froze
 Every week wear the same clothes
 Nevertheless, thinking that we're impressed
 By the style of the dress
 Coming through in his best
 Goose down bubble vest
 Strapped tight to his chest
 Like he's straight bulletproof
 Before you get a hand up
 You gotta pull a tooth
 So tell me what's the use
 If you pay twenty bones
 To see me rock the microphone
 And you can't get loose
 Won't get it on
 Sucka ass
 Shoulda just kept ya ass home
 'Cause most bros that I know
 Be up in the show
 Up in the front row
 Too hard to say "Hooo!"
 Screw face on
 Like we're 'bout to go to blows
 Hat pulled low
 Too cool to say "Hoooooo!"

 CHORUS