[Intro]

Yo Yo
Yo
Fro
Uhuh. Yuh
Aha
Yo

[Verse 1: A-F-R-O]

It’s going down when the FRO throw the crowd
The whole folk in the town know 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


[Verse 2: N0va]

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

[Outro]
It going down in the underground