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I used to at Subway
bucks an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch
"I'mma make it out this motherfucker 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 coo-coo
Type of dudes who up and knock a tooth loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case somebody in
That's not gonna stop me getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, 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' know my
You don't want to get
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these tryna diss the law
Sixteen with on
I'm too speedy for police I'm through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he came from and he pop out a
Cracked the top back on the flat black
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 I'mma paint a better until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

Window to window and wall to
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

with the crew
Just writing my name in on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the world 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 five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the
ain't even get that
Fat tips and 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 said
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf Make some noise

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