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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his in his sockets 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
and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams
And you down in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a of fake shit 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 from the sidewalk, I flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I into them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of this is screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Ting
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a of PCs
I've rocked it from the to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my hand the tops of palms
I'm like the tops of pawns
circle of influence bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as
but like my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 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
down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen
NahRight gotta this, motherfucking genius
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? didn't make MTV's list
fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
these the peppers picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton G'in it
but I'm Chicago, house lights, bravos

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