It's Going Down - A-F-R-O

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Fro

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Aha

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It’s going down when the FRO throw the crowd/

The whole folk in the town know when the FRO-FRO'S around/

Oh so homebound, homie, you don’t know my style/

The rodeo, I’ma show, people know that I’m on the prowl/

Even they know I’m the man of the millennium/

Might it be titanium, hear the man in the stadium

Vibranium/

IN me, is he — the Emmy award — winning emcee?/

The more I’m ripping ten feet, the boy gifted, any beat/

Drop top like hy-draulics in Compton/

Mind boggling often, rhyme methodical bar spit/

Let it trace, each mean cut/

Let me renovate the mind when I

Meditate in tee-pee huts/

I am not the one to Eff with/

Rhyme dumb when the best hit/

I’ve come to correct shit/

Ya’ll love when I bless hits/

Give thanks to the Most High/

When I go get crystal clear with my lake vision, FRO time/

Ayo Wait a minute

Did I just see it with my own eyes?

I blow by — leave Rappers in the dust cuz they got no drive

I keep cutting off my close ties and gassin till the smoke rise

No signs of stopping — Kept consistent with dope vibes

I came from dumb 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 frontin and stunt numbers but really they drug runners

Y’all were too late now we’re playing by my rules

Young Rich homie — came up selling in high school

Knowing I’d die soon — my writtens get fine tuned

Fro and Nov hit the track like a couple-a typhoons

Yeah my pen is my weapon —

I Write, rhymes and wreck em

My timeline look like a lifetime of blessings

I’m underground

Where its old heads no younger crowds

Where Snares hit hard — boom bap like a thunder cloud

It going down in the underground