Stop Fronting Prodigy & The Alchemist

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
It's the return of the Mac-11, Mac-10, get up
Hennessy liquor, some weed and a cigar
Ain't shit changed but the diamonds got bigger
Watch Mucho Frio, somethin' like a blizzard
Its summertime it's hot, and you ain't got no Freon
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

[Hook: Prodigy]
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
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