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I used to work at
Seven an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out this 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 square up and knock a tooth
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm to vacate with
put on bars just in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

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

Just copped that new Boot Camp
The neighbors keep complaining 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 I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was underground where he came from and he pop out a
Cracked the top back on the black aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for
But paint a better world 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 my Glock
Speakers bumpin', 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

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the following 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 talking graffiti
See, we call it art when we splatter the city
I got twenty five in my napsack
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 can said that
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make some

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