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Big on the underground, the point of knocking me down?
knows I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit don't bound us
I can go on my own making with rubber bands

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

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

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

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

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