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I to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour wasn't money
But I be and kicking it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out this one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who up and knock a tooth loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in somebody breaks in
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, we go, there we go, there we go
Window to window and to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, we go, there we go, there we go

copped that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two and you gon' know my name
You want to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm
I got game, don't need to anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was where he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat black
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for
But I'mma paint a better until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, we go, there we go, there we go

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the world the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we call it art when we splatter the city
I got twenty cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't get that
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real writers? Make some noise

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the following the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)