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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 used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause is where my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events that lit a fire under 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 seen a bunch of fake shit avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into 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
It's all real, none of 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 from the shouters to the moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of

circle of influence getting like the ripples 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 your Huts
Plaque collection 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my 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 each of us, acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New to East Coast is tough
West riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
and fly, you backboneless and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for fingers
what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you this? This didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en
a beat media blitz
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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