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

Uh, Opus of a boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him 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 fake like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
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 said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into them Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like
C and G but bout me CG
all real, none of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling 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 hand like the of palms
I'm balling like the tops of

circle of getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think this deep as fuck
but this my weaker 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
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
seamless, WorldStar never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
the peppers Peter picked
things are at easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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