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I to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour much money
But I be and kicking it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out this one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who square up and knock a loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case breaks in
That's not gonna me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

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

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

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
writing my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the world the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my are really PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art we splatter the city
I got twenty cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't even get
Fat tips and books, yo, we rep that
149th bench is where we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the can said that
Where them reds at, or them 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)