Front-to-
Back an Afro Freddofrog, the bag get a long, depend on
Shredding, stabbing tops of leopard patterned packets on the counter
Convey a second song, a seperate one from single patches, spit some
Sour saliva back in a sink, flavour sachets stacked with plates
Jack on mad vacations, rack up Ye’s all up gone to waste
Caught ya taste buds acting up, hard backing up to your talk your way
Walk away out of this, I bring em’ back when I brought your tray and
Thought a way to serve the best today, needed to crack the case
Wrap the stay, back to swerve the misery in its place, try
Missing me with that bullshit, when I’m clueless, preserve to pissing niggas
Off, try on spitting through my gap tooth, turn to nipping tic-tacs
Adjourn for writtens, see a dentist, yelling reserved an injury for my
Taste, teeth tripping live, lips are dry but I’m living life
Listening tied down, giving mine and every single little
Bit of rise, seven seas of rhye, heaven, beats and rhymes
My queen frees my mind when I was eleven reaching shine inside
A dark place, need to peep outside beside a nine-to-five
School day; only thing that’s killing time
Still the aged chimes giving cries a try

Back-to
Front an Afro Freddofrog, said to get along, with high
Pairs, find care, try better songs, fight tension with
Dry snares, write to my pink-dyed hair brother, have
Simon over there covered, all fine my fro barely covers
two minds fairly cluttered, fear nothing with a long nose
Had one since scuffed Nissans, battle-scarred more than the bronco
John knows we homies til’ we top pros, wicked wings through the
Potholes, growth stronger so us flower blooms prevent a Stockholm
Songs hold boy firmly through your powered homes, own the moulded
Ten toes hold position can’t allow to lose my grounds follow-
Up, gentle them vagaries keep the sounds always fresh, swallow
Shut, sugar bakery items peep amounts for me to rest, probably
Enough for now, that past lives forever like Aaliyah, and it’ll
See ya, never left ya hanging always, really kept the nigga face
Come back to Glenfield Tai, bruh