Frontline

[intro deep dark lyrics] Came up out the mud, now the ice look like it’s snowing on me .

Never needed rap friends, whole city know I’m going OT.

Yellow gold teeth when I grin, that’s a walking trophy .

Told my shooter, “Cool it,” I’m too busy stacking low-key.

All these chains on my neck, but I still move free.

Every play I ever hit, that was all on me.

Used to front me half a zip, now it’s pounds on the seat.

Turned a Honda to a foreign off a phone and a beat.I don’t talk tough, I just let the bankroll speak .

Hundred missed calls, they all want a piece.If it ain’t blue strips, that convo getting brief.

You was in the club, I was thumbing through the week.

Trap house jumping like birds on trampolines .

Yellow diamonds dancing like they from the South heat .

I ain’t switching sides, I just switched up streets.

Now the neighbors mad ’cause the driveway not cheap.

Big Glock energy, I’m shining when I creep .

All this yellow gold on me, looking like I lost sleep .

Trap still booming, I ain’t even hit my peak .

Self-made boss, I don’t owe nobody receipts.

You can keep the front like you ballin, but Im a real one and let my gold speak for me. So step on up little homie stand on that front line, while me and my hittas get ready for dump time.