Frontline Lyrics

I been on the frontline keeping it 100

Dodging all the cunning bitches

Boy you is funny, them old tricks won't work

You can call me Ms. Sunny

I am all the galaxies

My flow like honey

You can call me Esther

Or you can call me Meira

Matter fact Batya of the Kinneret, Messiah

I'm the fatality of the unrighteous breed

When I breath it's fiery, everybody taking heed

So you think Jesus died on the cross for you

Slaughter your own brother oh yeah that's the truth

Now your bloodline is lost, teeth gnashing in the booth

And when god arrive you, you still try to hide the truth

You gone regret all your ties to the enemy

If you ain't my blood, I don't know you

You ain't no kin to me

I turn a blind eye like I have no clue

Bitch I do not see demons, I do not feel you

This is bloodline of El

They know what my name spell

My job can get dangerous

But I do it for the thrill

Plus I do it for the fam

God let me take the will

I will not back down

Loyalty is for the real

I walked right into the room of my frenemies

Looked them in the face, now it's really getting heated

They praying to they god that I don't see what's seeded

But I see all the layers that's usually unheeded

They will never concede

So instead I'll let them eat it

And let them feel this pressure

Till they face stuck in the cement

It was all fun and games

When my bloodline was bleeding

I conquered the whole world

Now you bitches look defeated

I been on the frontline keeping it 100

Dodging all the cunning bitches

Boy you is funny, them old tricks won't work

You can call me Ms. Sunny

I am all the galaxies

My flow like honey

You can call me Esther

Or you can call me Meira

Matter fact Batya of the Kinneret, Messiah

I'm the fatality of the unrighteous breed

When I breath it's fiery, everybody take heed

You plotting off what's written

But I'm floating off my spirit

Every time you try to touch me

My dogs end up at your house

Now you squeaky as mouse

I ain't even trynna hear it

Had my name all in your mouth

Now you really fucking fear it

I'm not really trynna boost

I'm just really warning you

Don't touch gods anointed

Turn your family into few

I will have the black goo

Spilling all out of you

Know my sword is the truth

You can test it if you choose

I need all my trust funds

And my inheritance back

But it really don't matter

God keep blessing me with knacks

Showing you what you lack

I am more than a snack

While you bitches yack yack

I'll accumulate a stack

Killing innocent souls for your leisure aye

God is not love when your spirit really filled with hate

Now you gone feel all your dirty ancestor gave

Running out of time I ain't lying it's your last days