Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frontstreet, artist - Mick Jenkins. Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Song language: English
Frontstreet |
| Ayy, put me on |
| Put me on, put me on |
| Ayy, put me on Frontstreet |
| We done did enough sneakin' through the back door |
| We done grew enough rose through some 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 get the fumigate |
| Shit, you know roaches’ll live through anything |
| Thought vultures’ll wait 'til a nigga die |
| These birds can’t wait 'til a nigga breathe |
| 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 |
| Bi-coastal the truth 'til I’m polarized |
| I find globally lies 'til it dominate shit |
| Gotta say it to my face when you come in mines |
| Gotta put it in the air if you blowin' smoke |
| Better win a Golden Globe if you run in 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 gun shot |
| 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 |
| Doubt that, nigga- |
| Put me on Frontstreet |
| We done did enough sneakin' through the back door |
| We done grew enough rose through some concrete |
| I done stamped up two whole passports |
| I done hopped in my motherfuckin' Jansport |
| Niggas groan 'til it’s time to communicate |
| Niggas groan 'til it’s time to apologize |
| Nigga smoke like he trying get the fumigate |
| Shit, you know roaches’ll live through anything |
| I thought vultures’ll wait 'til a nigga die |
| These birds can’t wait 'til a nigga breathe |
| These niggas let a whole group of kids die |
| Goverment can’t tell me anything |
| Bitch, look straight in my face then tell a lie |
| Think I’m gon' give 'em my energy |
| But you no longer dealin' with beginner me |
| These days better put me on Frontstreet |
| (These niggas let a whole group of kids die) |
| Ayy, put me on |
| (Bitch, look straight in my face then tell a lie) |
| Ayy, put me on |
| (But you no longer dealin' with beginner me) |
| Put me on |
| Put me on Frontstreet |