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Uh, we just going to it going and going
until I feel 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, 'cause is where my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
from I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the G off in the room
still hard to see me like the on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but nothing 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 rocked it the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop what's on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of
I'm balling like the tops of
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the of ponds
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think deep as fuck
but this my weaker 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 - cause its two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking
Brave and fly, you and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm for they fingers
till what they throwing up is
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en
a beat eating media
is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter
things are at their easiest, Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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