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Uh, we just going to it going and going
until I feel 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 Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him pots and pans
and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit avid wrestling fans
Came up from the 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 they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
glass 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) like
C and G but nothing me CG
all real, none of this is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling a Mac, standing 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 like the of pawns

circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of
and War Headed like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think 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 each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is
West riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
till what throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
these the Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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