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I used to work at
Seven bucks an wasn't much 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, seat 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 dudes who square up and knock a tooth
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
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
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 window and to wall
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
Window to and wall to wall
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 Camp tape
The neighbors complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
me two cans and you gon' know my name
You don't to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't to talk 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 flat black
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and got the nerve to call it vandalism
hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma a better world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

Window to window and wall to
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' the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

Turn up the CD or up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, your 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 twenty five in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's even get that
Fat and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf Make some noise

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