Conway the Machine - Front Lines

[Intro] Bu, bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Uh-huh) Yeah Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu (Look) [Verse 1] Machine, bitch, your favorite rappers wanna be me I do their streaming numbers with the vinyl and the CDs (Hahaha) 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 (Hah) 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 (Hahaha) Probably 'cause that 650 he see me in, I own it (Uh-huh) 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 (Brr, uh, yeah) [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] My nigga got his, in the can and he doin' forty flat My nigga took his time like a G and that's a fact (Yeah) 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 (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 (Uh-huh) I just seen a video on the news I couldn't believe (Nah) 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 (Psh) 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 (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-boom) 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 (Brr) I swear to God [Chorus] 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 [Outro: Reporter in Minneapolis] 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 the— 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— a fire that is— 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 that they're trying to get into the building...