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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket
Events recent that lit a fire him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've a bunch 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 to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) 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) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it the shouters to the soccer moms
try to what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns

circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might this deep as fuck
but this like my 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 - its like two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat eating media
pace is getting feverish, is growing severe-ish
these the Peter picked
things are at easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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