Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Yeah.. uh-huh Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo

Now we're on the borderline But this is a strange frontier We're off the lines We're out of luck We're out of time People say it could never happen here Into the shadows From out of the light, Into the darkness

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

Mash up, mash up, mash up the place! Turn it up loud to the top non-stop Place ah mash up when mi tune dem drop Mi seh jump up! Just jump up! Whole place pack from the front to the back (Major Lazer) Mash up, mash up, mash up the place

I ain't your baby no more And we both hope there's something But we bo-both keep fronting And it's a closed discussion And I'm thinking "Damn, if these walls could talk" Well, they'd be like "Shit is crazy right?" Been about three days and I'm comin' back

She don't want love She don't love no one but herself If you're looking for someone who can change your life All she really cares about is a lace-front weave And the boutiques from Chanel If you're looking for someone to change you life, change your life

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like