Frontline

This ain't a chaining day
No training day
This that everyday shit
That walk around with a pistol on your hip
That motherfucker with a death wish
Ill sick
In my head
Cross me you get dealt with
This that shit that make your head spin
On a swivel
Cause they we talking revenants
Not remnants
This ain't no pillow talk
This that snuff you with a pillow
Then drop your body with a cinder block
Into the ocean not the river rocks
Make you shiver
When I walk up in the spot
Kill my liver with the seal I popped
It's a celebration
Cause that man got, got
I got
A pistol and it's fully loaded
And can't I stop
Oh no my demons taking over
It's over
I'm moving slower
Possessed with intent to murder the beat
And I'm colder
A lot weighing on me
Walking around with heavy shoulders
No where to go
When everywhere you go
Everybody saying they told us
But we showing them this time
Showing them this silver line
Not a crooked smile
But I'm a crook and I smile
When I'm smoking mine
Walk around you
In circles small like a cheerio
I serial kill a track everyday
If you ain't thinking so
You be delirio
Us and them don't make sense
They'll give you Venereal
I'm empirical
Not so tyrannical
I'm an animal
Hold my standards high
Probably why they causing scandals for
To be real with you
I don't see no obstacles
Only optical illusions
From the gas I'm blowing through
Can you see the truth
Proof is in the evidence
I'm mellowing
From the melanin
Posted in the shadows and Im plotting too
Aim at buss at you
When it's needed to
This ain't a chaining day
No training day
This that everyday shit
That walk around with a pistol on your hip
That motherfucker with a death wish
Ill
Sick
In my head
Cross me you get dealt with
This that shit that make your head spin
On a swivel
Cause they we talking revenants
Not remnants
This ain't no pillow talk
This that snuff you with a pillow
Then drop your body with a cinder block
Into the ocean not the river rocks
Make you shiver
When I walk up in the spot

New glock 30 on me
With the whole gang and we sippin on lean
On the block straight served up on some fiends
I be riding high I only roll with my beam
Eyes coming low and I keep my tommy tucked
With a 45 tell a bitch to run it up
Why you getting shy
Just count it up
Or you'll say bye before you get a chance to run
I been popping Xanax and pecrys on the low
Gotta big trip watching shawty on the floor
Now I gotta dip cause the 12 is at the door
I ain't even trip cause I'm out here with the doe
Shawty hit my line and I press delete
Ain't got time you be fucking with a g
Rolling with slime we been riding low key
We be on the grind just working that heat
New glock 30 on me
With the whole gang and we sippin on lean
On the block straight served up on some fiends
I be riding high I only roll with my beam
New glock 30 on me
With the whole gang and we sippin on lean
On the block straight served up on some fiends
I be riding high I only roll with my beam



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Rico
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