Front Lines

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Uh, uh…
Uh uh uh uh uhhhh…
(Okay, Keralanka put some spice on it!)
I’m the one in the back of the club
Stay gone off the jack and them blunts
Think about the madness of love
Let it bump while I’m baffled at the…
State of the world, how could I date all these girls
And let my mindspace stay pure?
Take off the day, just to examine a cure
But I’ma just take the deferral
(If I deter) From the path I’m on then I’m wack
Tell my future self to go look at the past
(Or go look in the mirror) Fuck the later ons and the facts
Trust your gut like the dutches ain’t bad
They be hatin on bitches
Tryna hate on the vision
I been waiting on riches
My day to day bout the business
Why you hatin on me?
Blow through the vapour and breeze
I’m from the land of the benefits and forsaken debris
So if you looking for the evidence it’s plain just to see
Them planes in the air done manifested hatred and greed
Amplified the voices looking for dangerous scenes
While you gentrify the noise that validated the pleas of
A young youth, not rockin' no gold tooth but I’m so smooth
It’s so true — fuck an option, it’s only bold moves
I hate these rappers that think they poppin' on Pro Tools
You drinkin' vodka with ice but killed the gold goose
So fuck your potential, I’d rather be mad potent
Ya’ll lack focus and permanent as ya cash flow is
With wack flows, but ya’ll think you got the doe ‘cuz
The game locked me out, but you idiots left the back open
I’m the one in the back of the club
Stay gone off the jack and them blunts
Think about the madness of love
Let it bump while I’m baffled at the…
State of the world, how could I date all these girls
And let my mindspace stay pure?
Take off the day, just to examine a cure
But I’ma just take the deferral
(If I deter) From the path I’m on then I’m wack
Tell my future self to go look at the past
(Or go look in the mirror) Fuck the later ons and the facts
Trust your gut like the dutches ain’t bad
They be hatin on bitches
Tryna hate on the vision
I been waiting on riches
My day to day bout the business
While ya favourite rapper don’t even own his masters or discs
No wonder all they music be blowin' back in the wind
That catalogue is a frisbee, fuck your comebacks
‘Cause 360s made your whole circle feel dizzy
Then they turn to snakes with cold shoulders and bentleys
Shoulda checked your lane ‘fo you rolled over for them
This the archetype of the fool who didn’t study
And I ain’t talking books, ya’ll ain’t use Google or nothing
I mean shit, at least YouTube it or something
But you stupid fucks blamin' the true root of the problem
On who’s doing production or little room in the budget
Sometimes the externalities warrant an internal discussion
Wipe all that lint dirt off your cuffs
Cut off all them bitches instead of depending on toxic bonds
Get ya bread up, motherfucker where your head at?
Watch your interviews, I can tell ya’ll never read up
‘Cause you’re a stupid fuck, so I don’t know how to help ya
Ya’ll can stick to ineffectively modernizing all the nostalgia
We rebellious, check the delta
Exhibit the difference between us, but I am not Dre or Em
Whether you got 30 Ms, or broke and stoned while you rock dirty pants
Keep your humble beginnings, don’t doctor the fame
‘Cause when they don’t feel it, the awes finna fade
Listen — don’t read about it, I be about it, can’t even doubt it
Roheezy got it, I’m running while your whole team is joggin'
I’m the one in the back of the club
Stay gone off the jack and them blunts
Think about the madness of love
Let it bump while I’m baffled at the…
State of the world, how could I date all these girls
And let my mindspace stay pure?
Take off the day, just to examine a cure
But I’ma just take the deferral
(If I deter) From the path I’m on then I’m wack
Tell my future self to go look at the past
(Or go look in the mirror) Fuck the later ons and the facts
Trust your gut like the dutches ain’t bad