Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable
Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like burgers
It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground
Better something, better come, I could get cable
When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders
Live in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance
It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
Protocol to be a Rocawear model

Now I got a little paper for later so I'm stable
Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my stable
Put away shots for later, so I'm stable

Protocol to be a rocker on a label
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table
Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us
Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers

Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to town
From the crap you drop on my crop when they pay you

They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around
They order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands
I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands