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Uh, we just to keep it going and going
until I feel and happy about it. You know?

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
still hard to see me the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't (floor), I ceiling
My mama said need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea
they glass is half full so I into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing a bunch of PCs
I've it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the back of my like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of

circle of influence bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque collection 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might this deep as fuck
but this like my stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is a week to us?"
Mic is shy and blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - its like two of me
and each of us, rapping acid, eat up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till they throwing up is meaningless
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

Yeah, I'm playing... Internet, check!