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Uh, we just going to keep it going and
I feel 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 stick his in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause 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 pots and
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the 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 the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they 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 is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a of PCs
I've rocked it the shouters to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns

circle of getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed the tops of bombs
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
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 my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause 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 of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, is growing severe-ish
these the Peter picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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