Fronts Lyrics

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