Listen, Mp3 Download, get the Lyrics – Frontstreet by Mick Jenkins featuring Kaytranada. The song was produced by KAYTRANADA.
Mick Jenkins Frontstreet (ft. Kaytranada)
The Circus has packed up and left town, but the remnants of its chaotic arrival continue to linger long after the fact. Perhaps that was Mick Jenkins’ plan all along. To settle in for a brief moment, wreak havoc with his scathing wit and relentless commentary, and move on to the next project. After all, Jenkins seems hellbent on making 2020 one for the ages, one in which his prolific work ethic elevates to new heights.
Now, the Chicago poet has come forth with a pair of bangers, his first new music since delivering his EP in January. In one corner we’re looking at the Kojey Radical-assisted “Snakes,” a hard-hitting banger you can check out right here. Here, we’ve got another link-up between Mick Jenkins and Kaytranada, a pair that have already solidified themselves to be a dominant musical partnership. “Frontstreet” is no exception, with Kaytra’s skittering percussion and invasive synths striking the perfect backdrop for Jenkins’ musings.
“These days gotta put me on Frontstreet, no cutscenes, just a one-shot,” he spits. “Call it Clifford, got the red in the front seat, and the loud turn heads like a gunshot.” Check out the atmospheric jam right now, and sound off – is Mick Jenkins top five with the pen?
Mick Jenkins – Frontstreet (ft. Kaytranada) (prod. KAYTRANADA)
Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, put me on
Put me on, put me on
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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-
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Outro]
(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
