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

Uh, Opus of a boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his damn
clear that Project Runway, this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket
Events recent lit a fire under 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
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't (floor), I ceiling
My mama said need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is full so I spit into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still 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 The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing a bunch of PCs
I've it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of
I'm balling the tops of pawns
of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed 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 wack and reefer sucks, you might this deep as fuck
but like 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 niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
and fly, you backboneless and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you seeing This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and
Succotash suffering, Fricassee-en 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 from Chicago, lights, bravos

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