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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 lunch
Like "I'mma make it out this 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 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 case somebody in
not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

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

Just that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
me two cans and you gon' know my name
You want to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't need to talk
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was underground he came 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
These suit and ties got the to call it vandalism
hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

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

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my name in 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 your up, crank up the PC
See, my are really PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we it aerosol art when we splatter the city
I got twenty five in my napsack
Crossing out the
TIOS's even get that
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf Make some noise

with the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)