Front of the Line (feat. Starr Nyce)

It's been a long time waiting

I've been trying not to lose my cool

So I'm moving to the front of the line

I think about who want it more

No one come into mind

I wake up in the morning get a yawn then I grind

I'm here to get it on it's my time

It's been a long time waiting

I've been trying not to lose my cool

But I think I misplaced it

S***, I think I lost my patience

So I'm moving to the front of the line

I think about who want it more

No one come into mind

I wake up in the morning get a yawn then I grind

I'm here to get it on it's my time

And can't none of y'all see me

I guess they all blind

I got better over time

I guess I'm like wine

Spilling on the beat from the bottle

Bout to choke up the game, no throttle

I been getting busy like I'm living on the grotto

Now I'm tryna' hit the numbers, no lotto

I know them haters hoping that I flop

But I'm not though

I'm in the booth singing off key like Ditto

Rain drops on my window

I'm locked in the basement

Scribbling in pencil

I got the opportunity I make it beneficial

And my pen bleed on the pad, no menstrual

I got the petal to the floor no brakes

I'm at the fork in the road but I'm straight

I'm on my way to the top but I'm late

So please, get the hell out of my way

It's been a long time waiting

I've been trying not to lose my cool

But I think I misplaced it

S***, I think I lost my patience

So I'm moving to the front of the line

I think about who want it more

No one come into mind

I wake up in the morning get a yawn then I grind

I'm here to get it on it's my time

Yo Rise

I skipped the line like high school, lunch time

I say some slick s*** then insert a punchline

Ten toes down for my split young'n I want mine

Knife on the end the tool, feet on the front line

Ride for Rise like Barron did Blake Griffen

When Odom tried to flip on him

Get a grip homie

My n***** Cat stay steaming keep a zip on him

I'm talking medical grade he spent chips on it

Everybody claiming they spit

F*** is you talking bout'

I'm 5'9, Joey, Joel, and Crooked Slaughterhouse

Send me a beat and I'm a give this shit a work out

I'm up before the mother f****** birds get a chip out

Huh, let it breathe is you feeling me

You say the same old s*** like the Milli beat

You see the team making moves like a centipede

It's over if I ever get the drop think guillotine

It's been a long time waiting

I've been trying not to lose my cool

But I think I misplaced it

S***, I think I lost my patience

So I'm moving to the front of the line

I think about who want it more

No one come into mind

I wake up in the morning get a yawn then I grind

I'm here to get it on it's my time

Some n***** chase the game to get a foot in

And, they don't get nothing out of it but a look in

I been bubbling up in the pot cooking

Looking at how I'm a double up what I put it

And that's a whole lot of numbers

I been hot for a whole lot of summers

One of the youngest of a whole lot of brothers

So you might guess that I ain't never been a sucka'

I'm feeling like Eminem in 8 Mile

But I'm cool cause I know its gon' take a while

But I'm starting to lose it in the music

One moment I want it then I want to let it go

Snap back to reality, yup

I'm back it, and yup

I am an addict emphatic with the rapping

No time to panic, yup it's my day

So please, get the hell out of my way

It's been a long time waiting

I've been trying not to lose my cool

But I think I misplaced it

S***, I think I lost my patience

So I'm moving to the front of the line

I think about who want it more

No one come into mind

I wake up in the morning get a yawn then I grind

I'm here to get it on it's my time