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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 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 under him like and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter
And you down there in the jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom 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 from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into 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 this is green
(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 stop what's on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns

circle of influence getting bigger like the on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth
yeah, is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this my weaker stuff
ask "Is this 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, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West Side riding, lot of salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they 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 media
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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