BIG on the underground
What's the point of knocking me down?
Everybody knows
I'm already good on the ground

Most of us stay strong [bad word] don't really bound us
Then I go on my own
Making bombs [bad word] bands

I have my heart down
So I need a man for romance
Streets are making em hard
So they selfish little roamers
Jumpin' girl to girl
Make us meat like burgers
When I get fat
I'll pop me out some leaders

protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way
My legs hit the hurdle

protocol to be a rocker on a label?
It didn't really drop that way
my beats were too evil

But I put away paper for later so I'm stable
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better something [bad word] So I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops
stored up in my stable
cook em up , pop em down
Eat em off ya table

The village got on the phone
Said the street [bad word]  to town
They wanna check my papers
See what I carry around
Credentials are boring
I burnt them at the burial ground
Don't order me about
I'm an outlaw from the badland

Put away shots for later
So I'm stable
Live in trees chew on feet
Watch lost on cable
Bird flu gonna get you
Made it in my stable
From the [bad word] you drop
On my crop when they pay you.