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

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

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

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

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

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