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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 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 like and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the G off in the room
still hard to see me the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half so I spit into them like 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
It's all real, none of this is screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just The Ting Tings
I'm feeling a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the of my hand 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 like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth
yeah, Crack is wack and sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker
they ask "Is 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 - its like two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East 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 and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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