(Al Geno on the track)
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
For all the ones who let me down, I expected it, I ain't cry
I done walked too many miles to be stuck in the same spot
The medication calm me down when I be dealin' with death
I thought 'bout bein' a billionaire, I thought 'bout killin' myself
If you listenin' to this song, then I'm with you
Nigga, crank up, pull up, let's smoke one
Tell me your struggle, all the shit that you done been through
I put my hand up, I won't repeat to no one
That shit f*cked up me and Crawford bond, I hate it happened
My cousin always wanted hats, I always liked it rappin'
I used to sit in Nickaboo trap and bet on Madden
I'd score a touchdown and then go score a case of lean
Had to watch Candace cry
That's like my mama, I let her down 'cause I let Slim die
Hold love for Draco even though that arm gettin' real tired
I seen that other side, but, damn, I'm tryna live now
I'm tryna live now
I be ridin' with 'em even if they don't ride with me
Die about 'em, go and face a jury like a lip ring
Bro, he not a pedophile, but keep an AR-15
And he in the kitchen touchin' babies like he Epstein
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'? Yeah
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Woah, you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
I said you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Front Row Video (MV)
Performed By: NoCap
From Album: Before I Disappear Again
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Gene Hixon, Jan Branicki, Joel Desroches, Kobe Crawford
Year: 2024
NoCap - Front Row Lyrics
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(Al Geno on the track)
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
For all the ones who let me down, I expected it, I ain't cry
I done walked too many miles to be stuck in the same spot
The medication calm me down when I be dealin' with death
I thought 'bout bein' a billionaire, I thought 'bout killin' myself
If you listenin' to this song, then I'm with you
Nigga, crank up, pull up, let's smoke one
Tell me your struggle, all the shit that you done been through
I put my hand up, I won't repeat to no one
That shit f*cked up me and Crawford bond, I hate it happened
My cousin always wanted hats, I always liked it rappin'
I used to sit in Nickaboo trap and bet on Madden
I'd score a touchdown and then go score a case of lean
Had to watch Candace cry
That's like my mama, I let her down 'cause I let Slim die
Hold love for Draco even though that arm gettin' real tired
I seen that other side, but, damn, I'm tryna live now
I'm tryna live now
I be ridin' with 'em even if they don't ride with me
Die about 'em, go and face a jury like a lip ring
Bro, he not a pedophile, but keep an AR-15
And he in the kitchen touchin' babies like he Epstein
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'? Yeah
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Woah, you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
I said you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
For all the ones who let me down, I expected it, I ain't cry
I done walked too many miles to be stuck in the same spot
The medication calm me down when I be dealin' with death
I thought 'bout bein' a billionaire, I thought 'bout killin' myself
If you listenin' to this song, then I'm with you
Nigga, crank up, pull up, let's smoke one
Tell me your struggle, all the shit that you done been through
I put my hand up, I won't repeat to no one
That shit f*cked up me and Crawford bond, I hate it happened
My cousin always wanted hats, I always liked it rappin'
I used to sit in Nickaboo trap and bet on Madden
I'd score a touchdown and then go score a case of lean
Had to watch Candace cry
That's like my mama, I let her down 'cause I let Slim die
Hold love for Draco even though that arm gettin' real tired
I seen that other side, but, damn, I'm tryna live now
I'm tryna live now
I be ridin' with 'em even if they don't ride with me
Die about 'em, go and face a jury like a lip ring
Bro, he not a pedophile, but keep an AR-15
And he in the kitchen touchin' babies like he Epstein
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'? Yeah
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Woah, you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
I said you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Writer: Gene Hixon, Jan Branicki, Joel Desroches, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
