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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then land
Events recent that lit a fire him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like cams
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Tings
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my like the tops of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns

circle of getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
down your Pizza Huts
Plaque building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as
but this like my stuff
ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like 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 - cause its two of me
and each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Real Compton G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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