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

Uh, of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear Project Runway, 'cause 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 helicopter
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I 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 them like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of is green screen
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just The Ting Tings
I'm like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of
Short-footed and War Headed like the of bombs
niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Huts
Plaque building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
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 - its like two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of salty 'cause
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never this
NahRight stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing
these the peppers picked
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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