BIG on the underground  What's the point of knocking me down?  Everybody knows  I'm already good on the ground    Most of us stay strong  Shit don't really bound us  Then I go on my own  Making bombs with rubber bands    I have my heart down  So I need a man for romance  Streets are making em hard  So they selfish little roamers  Jumpin' girl to girl  Make us meat like burgers  When I get fat  I'll pop me out some leaders    A protocol to be a Rocawear model?  It didn't really drop that way  My legs hit the hurdle    A protocol to be a rocker on a label?  It didn't really drop that way  my beats were too evil    But I put away paper for later so I'm stable  A better something better come  So I could get cable  Ghetto pops, food drops  stored up in my stable  cook em up , pop em down  Eat em off ya table    The village got on the phone  Said the street is comin' to town  They wanna check my papers  See what I carry around  Credentials are boring  I burnt them at the burial ground  Don't order me about  I'm an outlaw from the badland    Put away shots for later  So I'm stable  Live in trees chew on feet  Watch lost on cable  Bird flu gonna get you  Made it in my stable  From the crap you drop  On my crop when they pay you.