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Front Row
Hip-Hop/Rap
Front Row was released on May 2, 2025 by LDE / XLP All Rights Reserved as a part of the album Babylon
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AlbumBabylon
Release DateMay 2, 2025
LabelLDE / XLP All Rights Reserved
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lost Dogg
Lost Dogg
Background Vocals, Additional Vocals, Recorder, Sound Effects, MC, Vocal Director, Vocal Effects, Spoken Word, Host, Narrator
Donald XL Robertson
Donald XL Robertson
Sound Effects
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lost Dogg
Lost Dogg
Songwriter
Donald XL Robertson
Donald XL Robertson
Songwriter, Horn Arranger, Brass Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lost Dogg
Lost Dogg
Executive Producer, Special Effects, Vocal Recording Engineer, Vocal Producer, Creative Director, Music Supervisor, Post Production Supervisor, Cover Photography
Donald XL Robertson
Donald XL Robertson
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Executive Producer, Graphic Design, Special Effects, Editing Engineer, Sound Design, Computer Graphics, Creative Director, Drum Technician, Music Supervisor, Audio Processing, Post Production Mixing Engineer, Audio Technician, Post Production Supervisor, Post Production Editor, Cover Photography, Vocal Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Architects build bridges to nowhere
Celebrities auction their souls live on stage
Here, this function isn't just accepted
We get to watch the festival live, in real time
Yeah, Longstone Longstone Entertainment (yo)
I'm scrollin' through YouTube
And I hear this here
"What's up everybody? Welcome back to my page, my name is Donald XL Robinson"
I scroll through homie Page (yo)
It's my cuz, man
Hookin' it up right there, live
Yeah, I'm like, "This is nothin' short of genius"
Huh, man, my head stood up
I seen this one gettin' cooked up
Before my bare eyes had me shook up (shook up, shook up, shook up)
Then I look up, a familiar face took up (yeah)
The space, drop that bass, replace that blade
Let me at least the hook up, hook up, hook up, hook up
One thing about the truth, it never change (never change)
Only thing you do is look from different angles
To remain true, the things you do to make it in this business (in this business)
Will have you questionnin' your faith and then to wish it
I'm on a mission (mission) to give 'em what they been missin' (missin')
You can call me lost dog, but lost in the sense that I've been hit
The things I say, forbidden (forbidden)
Preparations should be infinite
Yeah, this place dust by the mill (mill)
This grace women and children, they play a lil' different
Make you say that you a ****, words create conditions
Absurd, we say it with 'em, we must purge it from our picture
As we search for our religion
I heard to say to listen twice as much as you be spittin'
But I missed it, I ain't gettin' it
Huh, I'm blessed, my head stood up
I seen this one gettin' cooked up
Before my bare eyes had me shook up (shook up, shook up)
Then I look up, a familiar face took up the space
Drop that bass, replace that bass, replace the hook up (hook up, hook up)
Huh, I'm blessed, my head stood up
I seen this one gettin' cooked up
Before my bare eyes had me shook up (shook up, shook up)
Then I look up, a familiar face took up the space
Drop that bass, replace that bass, replace the hook up (hook up, hook up)
Couldn't tell you what a time when
I can surely cosign this
At the most critical timin'
The new hustle is contentin'
Most of us diamonds
In the rough when they find it
Lil' shinin' around the edges is your assignment
Stay in alignment
Stay hard as you grindin' (grindin')
Cut the cameras off (cut 'em off)
Record it, edit, upload it, monetize (monetize)
Bottom line is, before you jot it down in
Vest in yourself first, don't sign no dotted lines (dotted lines)
Before you out of time or got a dime
Check the dollar sign and dot what you got in mind
Nothin' wrong with compromise (compromise)
But the problem arrive in a cell till
That some of you guys can sell mills
And I got enough of the revenue
And that's somethin' I'd ever want you to do
If they give the bag, you the bag too
The money I count should match you
The DSP's gettin' away with murder
And I refuse to be a clown in they circus
I move with purpose (purpose)
Though the ride is worthless (worthless)
If it ain't show to be loud enough, purses'll burn
Y'all hear me?
Harm there's my hair stood up (stood up)
I seen this one gettin' cooked up (cooked up)
Before my bare eyes had me shook up (shook up, shook up)
Then I look up, a familiar face took up the space
Drop that bass, replace that plate, replace the hook up (hook up, hook up)
Harm there's my hair stood up (stood up)
I seen this one gettin' cooked up (cooked up)
Before my bare eyes had me shook up (shook up, shook up)
Then I look up, a familiar face took up the space
Written by: Donald XL Robertson, Lost Dogg
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