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I used to work at
Seven an hour wasn't much 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, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who square up and a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on just in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from getting to the
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 that

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

Just copped that new Boot Camp
The neighbors complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You don't to get involved
You know I be on overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' 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 need to talk
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he came from and he pop out a
Cracked the top back on the black aerosol
I woke up in the and I had a vision
suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the
I pop a top, I brought my
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

Window to window and 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

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

Turn up the CD or up the TV
Turn up T-A-P-E, turn your phone 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 five cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's even get that
Fat tips and books, yo, we rep that
149th street 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?
my real graf writers? Make some noise

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