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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour wasn't money
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the and a blunt, bootlegger 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 planning to vacate
Pops put on bars just in case somebody in
That's not gonna stop me from getting to the
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, 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 morning I'm with the
we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
Window to window and 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 Boot Camp
The keep complaining 'bout 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 burning 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, don't need to talk
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 black
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and ties got the 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 brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

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

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the world 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 you're talking
See, we it aerosol art when we splatter the city
I got twenty cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't get that
Fat and black 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 that
Where 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 following the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)