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I used to at Subway
bucks an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my break
"I'mma make it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the window I'm planning to vacate
Pops put on bars just in case somebody in
That's not gonna stop me getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, we go, there we go
Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, we go, there we go

Just that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' know my
You want to get involved
You know I be on these overpasses bridges, dog
You know I be through these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the black aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and ties got the nerve to call it
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a better until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, we go, there we go, there we go

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the world the

Turn up the CD or up the TV
Turn up T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the
I got twenty five in my napsack
Crossing out the
TIOS's even get that
Fat and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is where we at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said
Where them at, or them green turquoise?
Where my graf writers? Make some noise

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the following the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)