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

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

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

Now I got a little for later so I'm stable
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 to town
They wanna check my papers, see what I around
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
Live in trees, on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
flu gonna get you, made it in my stable
From the crap you drop on my when they pay you