Front Lines

Lyrics for Front Lines

Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh Uh huh Yeah Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh Look, Machine, bitch, your favorite rappers wanna be me I do their streaming numbers with the vinyl and the CD Sellin' boy, you know I'm in the toy when you see me You see me, got the Lam' in my name like CD (talk to 'em) I put food in the oven and I ain't talkin' ziti That blue magic had a junkie shootin' like 3D My neck look 3D 'cause S sittin' next to the VV My bitch the prettiest next to Riri (What up, baby?) See me feedin' the homeless, I needed these moments I'm a boss, not just a rapper, I don't see no opponents A nigga hatin', then he just caught in the heat of the moment Probably 'cause that 650 he see me in, I own it I can move a pie raw, since Buff had the Aurora with the suicide doors My bro caught a nigga upstate, they threw him five more That grimy rap in the game, tell me, who provide more? The Machine, nigga, uh, yeah All my niggas outside, they outside All my niggas outside, we outside (we outside) If it's pressure then we gon' slide (we slidin') Hope you got your gun, you know I got mines (brr, yeah) If it's pressure then we gon' slide (slide) All my niggas outside, they outside (yeah) All my niggas outside, we outside (yeah, yeah) My nigga Pat is in the can and he doin' forty flat My nigga took his time like a G and that's a fact Always in good spirits when he hit me on the jack While you so called real niggas celebratin' rats Goin' on YouTube, runnin' up these niggas' views Can't be on both sides, my nigga, you gotta choose Nigga try to justify this shit in all his interviews And the niggas in the comments say they would've did it too I just seen a video on the news I couldn't believe Another racist cop kill a nigga and get to leave (again?) He screamin', "I can't breathe," cop ignorin' all his pleas Hands in his pocket, leanin' on his neck with his knees Cracker invent the laws, that's why the system is flawed Cops killin' black people on camera and don't get charged We ain't takin' no more, we ain't just pressin' record Can't watch you kill my brother, you gon' have to kill us all Just 'cause he from the ghetto, that don't mean he sellin' crack He drivin' home from work, you pull him over 'cause he black Think he gangbangin' 'cause he got dreads and a few tats He reach for his ID, you think he reachin' for a strap He get out, put his hands up, and he still gettin' clapped But if he try to run, you just gon' shoot him in his back What if it was my son? I wonder how I'm gon' react I bet I'm finna run up in this precinct with this MAC I swear to God All my niggas outside, they outside All my niggas outside, we outside (we outside) If it's pressure then we gon' slide (we slidin') Hope you got your gun, you know I got mines (brr, yeah) If it's pressure then we gon' slide (slide) All my niggas outside, they outside (yeah) All my niggas outside, we outside (yeah, yeah)