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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
Now I'm like the G off in the room
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff on earth like 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) 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) just The Ting Tings
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of
I'm like the tops of pawns

circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a 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 of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, is growing severe-ish
the peppers Peter picked
things are at easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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