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Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me
Everyone knows I'm already on the ground
of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us
I can go on my own bombs with rubber bands

Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for
Streets are making 'em hard, so selfish little roamers
Jumping girl to girl, us meat like burgers
I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders

Protocol to be a Rocawear
It didn't really drop way, my legs hit the hurdle
to be a rocker on a label
It really drop that way, my beats were too evil

Now I got a little paper for later so I'm
Better something, come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, them in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to
They wanna check my papers, see what I carry
Credentials are boring, I them at the burial ground
order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands

Put away for later, so I'm stable
in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Bird flu gonna get you, it in my stable
From the crap you drop on my crop they pay you