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I used to at Subway
Seven an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back seat of the bus a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of who square up and knock a tooth loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in somebody breaks in
not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome 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 and wall 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
Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, we go, there we go, there we go

Just that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You want to get involved
You know I be on overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen with on
I'm too for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't need to anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was where he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the black aerosol
I woke up in the and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world 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 brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

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

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

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

with the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)