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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket
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 down in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake like avid wrestling fans
up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me like the on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea
they is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of
I'm balling like the of pawns

of influence 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 Pizza Huts
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think 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 each of us, rapping acid, eat up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
till they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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