Front Lines - CONWAY THE MACHINE

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

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

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

Probably 'cause that 650 he see me in, I own it

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, 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, yeah)

My nigga is in the can and he doin' forty flat

My nigga took his time like a G and that’s a fact

Always in good spirits 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

Nigga try to justify this shit in all his interviews

And the niggas in the comments say they would’ve did it too

I just seen a video on the news I couldn’t believe

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

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

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

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 (Yeah, yeah)

«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 th-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 fire that 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

they’re trying to get…»