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I to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour wasn't 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 boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
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 in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

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

Just copped that new Boot tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' know my
You don't want to get
You know I be on these burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too for police 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 where he came 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 and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for
But I'mma paint a better world until the 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
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

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

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

Turn up the CD or up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn phone up, crank up the PC
See, my are really PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we it aerosol art when we splatter the city
I got five cans 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?
my real 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)