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I used to at Subway
Seven bucks an wasn't much money
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of dudes who up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the I'm planning to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case breaks in
That's not gonna stop me getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome 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 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, 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, we go, there we go

Just copped that new Boot tape
The neighbors keep 'bout 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 I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen with on
I'm too speedy for police I'm 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 where he came from and he pop out a
Cracked the top back on the flat black
I woke up in the and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to call it
They 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 I'll the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

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

with the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

Turn up the CD or up the TV
up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are 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 books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the can said that
them 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)