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I used to at Subway
Seven bucks an wasn't much money
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back seat of the bus a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of dudes who square up and knock a loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
is the window I'm planning to vacate with
Pops put on just in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from getting to the
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

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

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

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

with the crew
Just writing my name in on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the following the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if you're graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the
I got five cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's even get that
Fat and black 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 said
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real writers? Make some noise

with the crew
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)