Lyrics:
Chaos with my front runners
I'm bout to cause Chaos in this muhfucka
I'm bout to go way off in this muhfucka
I'm bout to cause Chaos with my blood
She does her own thing
That's why i love her
She's got my number
She's in my mind
In my heart
She's the front runner
In my mind in my heart
No ones
aight
Get numbers like the census
Making money senseless
Leader of the class
Front runner, all district
Qualified specimen
Extraordinary gentleman
Here I
Definition of a hustler
If a nigga try me ima bust him
You ain't slanging shit you a customer
IMB we the front runners
Rocket launcher I don't
wanna
I'll leave this world as a front runner
Beer in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Not gonna stop 'til I'm heading south
I'm a sarcastic son
mind but jit you real as fuck
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner of the revolution dead line
Stole
Definition of a hustler
If a nigga try me ima bust him
You ain't slanging shit you a customer
IMB we the front runners
Rocket launcher I don't tussle
some front runners
When u look like money u attract the money
It ain’t really shit to keep it coming
Cant relate cause niggas they be fake
Tryna
come before you the front runner
You're my ride or die you know I'm your gunner
And baby you're my rock and a stone cold stunner
Know you been through it
he couldn't keep the one
So he had to gaslight
Now showtime is over
It was all sold out
Used to be a front runner
Before he fucked up
Got up on my
to flipped that Watch yourself just in case
Cause I know JT gonna catch that…YCM
I'm holding it down for my team in this relay race, I'm the only front runner
this I love that ya brainless, I’ve hustled for ages
But now am the front-runner, I look to be famous
So buckle in cos just come to Wynn, Summer in Vegas
as the front-runner
Leader of the pack, you see that in your youngins
What ancestors did you summon to the summit
To give me what I needed, what you need to take
or Iraq weapons boom
We been the dopest
Son'll catch like Jehovah
Shut the game down, it's over
Snare strike like a cobra
Colder this year, front-runner
Through the summer we'll be lovers
I hope you know you're front runner
'Cause there's no prize for second best
Our modern day scenarios
Froot Loops,
remember when I was young just a front runner
I was fucking with them drums like every summer
Homie couldn't make it out the hood, make a nigga wonder
But
represent for self in detrimental tone
And I'm taking the front
Runner of presidential poles
No arrogance, shit I just got my on
Vulgarity is - the only heir
do me?
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin' about the front runner
Who you think you is, you better
can always sniff out a fuck nigga
Underdog, I'ma upset the front runner
Bark big but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me
Circular beast exhibit
Factory of raw essentials
Wrong examples
Palefoot front runners
For disease control
And with ease you can roll
Away the stone
bummin now i'ma a young stunna
Keeping it one hunnid - that happened in one summer
I been gunning for the front runners
Posing for the front covers
They
a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine
Yeah, so, B.O.B's top gunner
Front runner, NEVR DIE clique, the thing you are
cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.O.B's top gunner
Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not
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