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I used to at Subway
Seven bucks an hour much money
But I be and kicking 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 little
Type of dudes who square up and 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 getting to the
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 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
Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the I'm with the squad
There we go, we go, there we go, there we go

Just copped that new Boot tape
The neighbors keep 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
me two cans and you gon' know my name
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
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't to talk 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 black aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a
suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world until the are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt plead the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I'm with the
There we go, 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 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 boys are really PC if talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art we splatter the city
I got twenty five in my napsack
out the whick-whack
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,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where them reds at, or them green
my real graf writers? Make some noise

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)