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

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

Just copped that new Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
me two cans and you gon' know my name
You don't want to get
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
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 got the nerve to call it vandalism
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 catch me doing dirt I'll the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

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

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

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

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