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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
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the window I'm planning to with
Pops put on just in case somebody breaks in
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

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

Just copped new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' know my
You don't 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 to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was where he came from and he pop out a hole
the top back on the flat black aerosol
I woke up in the and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to call it
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
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, there we go, we go, there we go

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
writing my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns 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 boys are PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the
I got five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the
TIOS's ain't 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
Where reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf Make some noise

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