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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, this 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 down there in the jam
from here I've seen a bunch of shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
still hard to see me like the on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns

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

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