East Venti - Front Row Lyrics

I can't make this shit up I've seen the battle get tough
Hit my wounds with peroxide and patch it right up
I can't sit still waiting for them boys to catch us
Them weak traits that you carrying don't get you no luck
I take impact over the numbers I take hard work over the slumber
They ain't taking me under
My emotions take a backseat
When I'm thinking survival
Lost in a loop of paranoia trying to slip out the cycle
Slave hard 'til the graveyard isn't the plan
Wanna retire with a family and get me some land
And I'm taking it there but America ain't making it fair
For a nigga like me to expand
Wash yo hands before you touch this plate
Gold soul food sold at a high price don't make a mistake
And miss out on the heat cause you taking too long
I can't lie I'm still righting my wrongs
Slave hard 'til the graveyard isn't the plan
Just wanna retire and get me some land
Sit down with the homies and inquire a plan
So we can vacation to some sun and some sand
Front row at the struggle and it don't feel good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
Just cause it's gang gang don't mean shit good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
You hear me?
Aye
Rain hitting the window
When I talk you can hear pain hitting the tempo
When you hit the come up the shit feel like a blessing
But to see your niggas going through it feel like a limbo
All them strong battles you fought the losses you caught
From the boss battles of life yes it left you distraught
Just remember you're a seed from the soil you came
One day you gon' bloom outside of they range
And I'm proud of you just to see where you gon' take it
Just remember when you wasn't they favorite
Them same white folks we spit at cause they racist
Them same white folks gon' be your next door neighbors
Stop playing to play start playing to win
If you got some affirmations then say them again
Keep a strap on you too if you in what you in
When death come it don't got no friends my nigga
Slave hard 'til the graveyard isn't the plan
Just wanna retire and get me some land
Sit down with the homies and inquire a plan
So we can vacation to some sun and some sand
Front row at the struggle and it don't feel good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
Just cause it's gang gang don't mean shit good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
You hear me?

I can't make this shit up I've seen the battle get tough
Hit my wounds with peroxide and patch it right up
I can't sit still waiting for them boys to catch us
Them weak traits that you carrying don't get you no luck
I take impact over the numbers I take hard work over the slumber
They ain't taking me under
My emotions take a backseat
When I'm thinking survival
Lost in a loop of paranoia trying to slip out the cycle
Slave hard 'til the graveyard isn't the plan
Wanna retire with a family and get me some land
And I'm taking it there but America ain't making it fair
For a nigga like me to expand
Wash yo hands before you touch this plate
Gold soul food sold at a high price don't make a mistake
And miss out on the heat cause you taking too long
I can't lie I'm still righting my wrongs
Slave hard 'til the graveyard isn't the plan
Just wanna retire and get me some land
Sit down with the homies and inquire a plan
So we can vacation to some sun and some sand
Front row at the struggle and it don't feel good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
Just cause it's gang gang don't mean shit good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
You hear me?
Aye
Rain hitting the window
When I talk you can hear pain hitting the tempo
When you hit the come up the shit feel like a blessing
But to see your niggas going through it feel like a limbo
All them strong battles you fought the losses you caught
From the boss battles of life yes it left you distraught
Just remember you're a seed from the soil you came
One day you gon' bloom outside of they range
And I'm proud of you just to see where you gon' take it
Just remember when you wasn't they favorite
Them same white folks we spit at cause they racist
Them same white folks gon' be your next door neighbors
Stop playing to play start playing to win
If you got some affirmations then say them again
Keep a strap on you too if you in what you in
When death come it don't got no friends my nigga
Slave hard 'til the graveyard isn't the plan
Just wanna retire and get me some land
Sit down with the homies and inquire a plan
So we can vacation to some sun and some sand
Front row at the struggle and it don't feel good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
Just cause it's gang gang don't mean shit good
My niggas don't deserve to die in the hood
You hear me?