Protocol to be a Rocawear model
Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my stable
They order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands
It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil
When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders
Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like burgers
Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance
Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable
Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to town
Put away shots for later, so I'm stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground
Live in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Protocol to be a rocker on a label
Now I got a little paper for later so I'm stable
Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us
I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands
They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around
Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers
Better something, better come, I could get cable
It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle