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Uh, we just going to it going and going
I feel completed and happy about it. You know?

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to his scissors in his sockets damn
that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then land
Events recent that lit a fire under him pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky helicopter cams
And you down there in the jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam,
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the
hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama they need me
'cause, I'm from the best stuff on earth 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) like
C and G but nothing me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) just like The Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
you'll see the back of my 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 like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
burning down your Pizza
collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think deep as fuck
but like my weaker stuff
ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause 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 - cause its two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, is up, New York to East Coast is tough
Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, never seen this
gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they
till what they up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken this
a beat eating blitz
pace is feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
things are at their easiest, Real city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights,

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