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

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

copped that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you know my name
You don't to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these alleys diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm
I got game, don't to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he came and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top on the flat black aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to call it
hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world until the are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

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

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

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