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Uh, we going to keep it going and going
until I feel completed and happy about it. You

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his 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 lit a fire under 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 fake shit like wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
hard to see me like the truth 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 best on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into them like
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the moms
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my hand like the of palms
I'm balling like the of pawns

circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is 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 to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta 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
Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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