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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour wasn't money
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 seat of the bus before a
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of who square up and knock a tooth loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

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

Just copped that new Boot tape
The keep complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
me two cans and you gon' know my name
You don't want to get
You know I be on these burning bridges, dog
You I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas 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 on the flat black aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and ties got the to call it vandalism
They mad, say my art is really bad for business
But paint a better world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

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

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my name in on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my are really PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we it aerosol art when we splatter the city
I got five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the
ain't even get that
Fat tips and books, yo, we rep that
street bench is where we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf Make some 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)