Lyrics:
blood thirsty mi have love fi quench it
Put dem up front row, a back bench mi bench it
Waan free waterway, so no bother trench it
Hey, belly empty
To every silver cowboy who rode the silver screen
Do you remember ridin' through the strand
And do you remember me I'm the front row kid
Who
care of biz
In this hip hop show
If you in the front row
Then you might just know
So what's the crew? S-O-be
That's the click I'm from
Bottom line
mind, soaking
Juices flowing
Cloud nine loading
In my daydream today
PJ land in Saudi Arabia
Bring Avani bouquets
Front row tickets oh you got flavor
and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
But if I live to see
small
Kingpins still recruiting pawns
We had a front row seat to the bloody
This is only for a few my bond
Get the money up
Cop mommy a house with new
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
can feel your calling
All the love your pouring
I can see the words right in front of my eye
I just wanna see you fly lord
I just wanna see you come
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
time left
The years go by and the market to climb is high expense
So I'm to work till a die become that sacrifice
Of life that spent the hours shoveling
wanting since a lil kid
Touchdown in the streets with the whole team
We in the front row seats ain't no nosebleeds
Man, I want it like that
First show
Bro we uh, we fuckin, we live from the bay right now
This is like, this is the intro to my album, this shit is crazy
I’m uh, I’m back to where I
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs Ooh careful you
song, go ahead.
Turn them men into pigs. Not the band, you idiots.
Those, that bunch right over there in the front row.
Not much of a challenge, huh?
This
This that young nigga talk out the dealership
When you killin' shit, on some winnin' shit
At the VMAs with the 30 on me
In the front row and we with
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Stressed he's not, though he hears another rapper upstaged him
At a bigger club, didn't use the front pages
Hundred forty characters
Multiplied by another
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
supposed to live
They want to see my casket shine, hope mama front row
Tears in her eyes, heart bleeding, the boy have to go
I can see Puff telling Ross,
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