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I used to work at
Seven an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back seat of the bus 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 window I'm planning to with
Pops put on bars just in case somebody in
not gonna stop me from 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, 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, we go, there we go, there we go
Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go

copped that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You don't want to get
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these alleys diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was underground where he from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world 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
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

Window to 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

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following 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 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 bench is where we 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 writers? 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)