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

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

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

Now I got a little 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

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

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