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I used to at Subway
Seven an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my break
"I'mma make it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of 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 just in somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, rock
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
Window to 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 Camp
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
me two cans and you gon' know 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 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 some
I was underground where he from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and ties got the to call it vandalism
They mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
bumpin', I was on that 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

with the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the world the

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

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