Fronts

Fronts loose on the Tooth
Better By my solo
No need for a group
On my own I'll troop
Mr cool get a scoop
Eyes on droop
High sittin on a Stoop
In the STUY
Lookin cool
In fact super good too
It's Blazin on the block
Melting Chalk Kids Drew
& the wind just blew
I'm typing on my tech
Sweat dripping down my neck
Pack on deck
Snotty rich sick
My Nose soak and wet
Mr Dog
Never know when ya headed to The Morgue
Smokey lungs
Take my x ray
You'll probably see the fog
Man must be what he say he knows
Take a shot of something strong
While dealing wit these woes
What's next make a plan
Turn a hundred
To a Grand
Understood understand
Do the same thing again
Til it can't fit in hand
Firm feet
How you stand
Before you know it
You the man
Known everywhere you land
Bat her up
Imma knock it out the park
Watch me tie my hair down
With a fresh silk cloth
Amongst the coolest by far
The best part
It's Eastern time
& I'm rockn with the starz
Trip six ceelo
Left em on 125th
Get my bread then dip
That's it
No this gold ain't Cheap
See it all
I peep
In the street
Every eye closed ain't sleep
On my greens I juice
Word to Jesus
Put my talents to use
I'm Bugged no excuse
Anticipate
Need my bread won't wait
Said my stomach on the gate
Even though I just ate
Running round telling lies
Not one of them Guys
Father fact
Real rap
Straight like dat
So straight
It's like that
Cut em off with the quickest
Where my knife at
Write em off
Bet I Have em like
He ain't write that