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I to work at Subway
bucks an hour wasn't 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 and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of dudes who up and knock a tooth loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm planning to vacate
Pops put on just in case somebody breaks in
not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck
And a bunch of Sub Pop, 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
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, there we go, we go

Just copped that new Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You want to get involved
You know I be on these overpasses bridges, dog
You know I be through these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen with on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' these streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was where he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat aerosol
I woke up in the and I had a vision
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 to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the I'm with the squad
we go, there we go, there we go, there we go

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the following the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, up the PC
See, my are really PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we the city
I got five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the
TIOS's even get that
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep
149th street 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
Where my real graf writers? Make 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)