[Intro]
Ayy, put me on
Put me on, put me on
[Chorus]
Ayy, put me on Frontstreet
We done did enough sneakin' through the back door
We done grew enough roses from concrete
I done stamped up two whole passports
I done hopped in my motherfuckin' Jansport
Niggas grown 'til it's time to communicate
Niggas grown 'til it's time to apologize
Nigga smoke like he trying to fumigate shit
You know roaches'll live through anything
Thought vultures'd wait 'til a nigga die
These birds can't wait 'til a nigga breathe
[Verse 1]
Swear to God, I hate when a nigga lie
'Specially when I gave you my energy
Can't rent space in my head, tryna Enterprise
New whip butterfly, tryna pollinate
Bicoastal, the truth tend to polarize
I find globally, lies tend to dominate shit
Gotta say it to my face when you come at mines
Gotta put it in the air if you blowin' smoke
Better win a Golden Globe if you runnin' lines
Runnin' deep, got layers like artichokes
Check it, don't speak on my name if you summarize
Came way too far, you gotta say it all
Didn't wear it on the surface, it was underlined
These days, gotta put me on Frontstreet
No cutscenes, just a one-shot
Call it Clifford, got the red in the front seat
And the loud turn heads like a gunshot
Bullshit stop flows like a blood clot
No, I don't stretch my stories, no bungee
Break bread when a nigga get hungry
We can all ride like I'm in an Humvee
Ayy, put me on
Put me on, put me on
[Chorus]
Ayy, put me on Frontstreet
We done did enough sneakin' through the back door
We done grew enough roses from concrete
I done stamped up two whole passports
I done hopped in my motherfuckin' Jansport
Niggas grown 'til it's time to communicate
Niggas grown 'til it's time to apologize
Nigga smoke like he trying to fumigate shit
You know roaches'll live through anything
Thought vultures'd wait 'til a nigga die
These birds can't wait 'til a nigga breathe
[Verse 1]
Swear to God, I hate when a nigga lie
'Specially when I gave you my energy
Can't rent space in my head, tryna Enterprise
New whip butterfly, tryna pollinate
Bicoastal, the truth tend to polarize
I find globally, lies tend to dominate shit
Gotta say it to my face when you come at mines
Gotta put it in the air if you blowin' smoke
Better win a Golden Globe if you runnin' lines
Runnin' deep, got layers like artichokes
Check it, don't speak on my name if you summarize
Came way too far, you gotta say it all
Didn't wear it on the surface, it was underlined
These days, gotta put me on Frontstreet
No cutscenes, just a one-shot
Call it Clifford, got the red in the front seat
And the loud turn heads like a gunshot
Bullshit stop flows like a blood clot
No, I don't stretch my stories, no bungee
Break bread when a nigga get hungry
We can all ride like I'm in an Humvee
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