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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 motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of dudes who square up and knock a loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm planning to with
Pops put on just in case somebody breaks in
not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

Window to 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
Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go

Just copped that new Boot tape
The keep 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 know I be on these burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these alleys diss the law
Sixteen with on
I'm too speedy for I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was underground where he from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top on the flat black aerosol
I woke up in the and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for
But I'mma paint a better world until the cans are
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt plead the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

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

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

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

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