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

Have my hard dance, I'ma a man for romance
are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers
Jumping girl to girl, us meat 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
Protocol to be a on a label
It really drop that way, my beats were too evil

Now I got a little paper for later so I'm
Better something, better come, I get cable
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 wanna check my papers, see what I around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial
They order me I'm an outlaw from the badlands

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