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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 ghetto boy who grew a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to his scissors in his sockets damn
clear Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then land
Events recent that lit a fire 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 like avid wrestling fans
up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm the biggest 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 best stuff on earth Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still my sea (C) like 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 like a Mac, standing 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 tops of
I'm balling the tops of pawns

circle of getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
and War Headed 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 enough
yeah, Crack is and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his '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 - cause its two of me
and each of us, rapping acid, eat up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is severe-ish
these the Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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