(chorus)
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down
I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
Rappers couldnt see me, they hide it fucking detectives
Check this when I flex this, put it on point
That nigga skillz droping foucers in your local due joint
Im still paying deuce and saying cruise
Still geting up at niggaz asses
Like that little brothers underudce
Shoes haotatin in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches
Like dano kariges
At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight
So when they play some reggae keep happerseein to the right
Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch
Seein thous of body, whitin no infron of me
V.a running shit, you best be believe it
If Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin
Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town
When you see my face, you know its about to go down
(chorus)
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down
Now if I told one time. I told you before child
You cant toutch one kid, who got two billons styles
Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting
Im destend to find new ways so ill mcs
And Im real with this, I come of like a scat
Its the dread heads checking for repesenting north add
Kids pack tacs, I pack technics
Lyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetz
Freezby aient, niggaz be trying
But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin
I wrote the rhyme n wrote the next rappers back
So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that
And dance in the art n main tain
A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when its swinging
Not yo bond mcs, dont aim to ever round
And bust off like four pound
Now bust how they go down
(chourus)
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down
Yo, my sex and be mic checking and mc decking
You can buck me I aint contry
I never said I wreck it (true)
So wack mcs chill with defesistnts
Cause the minist that I freestyle
Can probably shoop n your entistnts
I make beats to stort
Rappers be getting court
I swear all mcs be sampling my fucking thoughts
Its on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin at your show
Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone
Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n,
Pull n girls of smore
Like pam grier, seveny seven
You cant work a verse, pass it
When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like din jackins
Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs
My shit is hot, my reggae come,
Shouldnt be fucking prengsing wacks
(you dont repesent nigga)
Nigga hide that sound
Check your battle stats, cause its about to go down
(chorus)
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down,
Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,
Its goin down
