Conway The Machine - Front Lines lyrics

Bu, bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Uh, huh) yeah
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Look)

Machine, bitch
Your favorite rappers wanna be me
I do their streaming 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 CeeDee 
(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 nigga hatin' then he just caught
In the heat of the moment (Ha ha ha)
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 nigga upstate
They threw him five more
That grimy rap in the game
Tell me who provide more
The Machine, nigga (Brr, 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)

My nigga got his
In the can and he doin' forty flat
My nigga took his time like a
G and that's a fact (yeah)
Always in good spirit's 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 (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 (Uh, huh)
I just seen a video on
The news I couldn't believe (Nah)
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 (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 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

So, I'm gonna let you see
The pictures for yourself
This is the 3rd precinct here
There are fires burning 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 hearing people throwing things
Against the the walls
Against the glass, against anything they can
And now the fire alarm
You'll see it flashing
Inside of the 3rd precinct
Behind the 3rd precinct, just behind it
Is a a fire that is is billowing
It has been going for a few minutes now, uh
Really strongly
But you hear people cheering every time they
Get through one of the windows there, uh
With whatever it is they're throwing
It sounds like they're throwing
You can see, uh, pieces of concrete
Uh, there's someone climbing up
The wall right now
On the back of the 3rd precinct
Uh, kicking the window in
Trying to climb up the wall
People are trying to get in the building
We're listening to people say that they're
Trying to get into the building