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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour wasn't much
But I be rapping and kicking it on my break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who square up and knock a loose
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 getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome 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

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

Just copped that new Boot Camp
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' know my
You want to get involved
You know I be on overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through 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 from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for
But I'mma paint a better 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
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

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

with the crew
Just writing my 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 your phone up, up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if you're graffiti
See, we call it art when we splatter the city
I got twenty five in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't get that
Fat and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street is where we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where them at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make noise

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just writing my name in on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the following the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)