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I to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour wasn't much
But I be and kicking 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, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm planning to with
put on bars just in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck
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 morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the morning I'm the squad
we go, there we go, there we go, there we go

Just copped that new Boot tape
The keep complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You don't to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna 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 he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat black
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and got the nerve to call it vandalism
They mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a better until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

Window to window and 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' the crew
writing my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns 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 really PC if talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art we splatter the city
I got twenty five cans in my
Crossing out the
TIOS's ain't even get
Fat tips and books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where them reds at, or them turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make noise

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