Front Lines

Machine, bitch, your favorite rappers wanna be me

I do their streamin' numbers with the vinyl and the CDs (Ha-ha-ha)

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 (Hah)

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 **** hatin' then he just caught in the heat of the moment (Hahaha)

Probably 'cause that 650 he see me in, I own it (Uh-huh)

I can move a pie raw, since Buff had the Aurora with the suicide doors

My bro caught a **** upstate, they threw him five more

That grimy rap in the game, tell me who provide more

The Machine, **** (Brr, uh, yeah)

All my **** outside, they outside

All my **** 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 **** outside, they outside (Yeah)

All my **** outside, we outside (Yeah)

My **** got his, in the can and he doin' forty flat

My **** took his time like a G and that's a fact (Yeah)

Always in good spirits when he hit me on the jack

While you so called real **** celebratin' rats

Goin' on YouTube, runnin' up these ****' views

Can't be on both sides, my ****, you gotta choose (You gotta choose)

**** try to justify this shit in all his interviews

And the **** in the comments say they would've did it too (Uh-huh)

I just seen a video on the news I couldn't believe (Nah)

Another racist cop kill a **** 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 (Psh)

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 (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-boom)

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 (Brr)

I swear to God

All my **** outside, they outside

All my **** 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 **** outside, they outside (Yeah)

All my **** outside, we outside

So, I'm gonna let you see the pictures for yourself

This is the 3rd precinct here

There are fires burnin' to the left of it at the

Uh, wine/liquor store, uh, on your left, but back

In the back of the precinct, you are hearin' people throwin' things against the, the walls

Against the glass, against anythin' they can

And now the fire alarm, you'll see it flashin', inside of the 3rd precinct

Behind the 3rd precinct, just behind it

Is a, a fire that is, is billowin'

It has been goin' for a few minutes now, uh, really strongly

But you hear people cheerin' every time they get through one of the windows there, uh

With whatever it is they're throwin'

It sounds like they're throwin', you can see, uh, pieces of concrete

Uh, there's someone climbin' up the wall right now

On the back of the 3rd precinct

Uh, kickin' the window in, tryin' to climb up the wall

People are tryin' to get in the buildin'

We're listenin' to people say that they're tryin' to get into the buildin'