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

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who into a project man
Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like cams
And you there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling
Came up from the of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the G off in the room
still hard to see me like the on TV
or the from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into like Celie
no G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is green
(Shut Up and Let Me Go) like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the to the soccer moms
try to stop going on
see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling the tops of pawns

circle of getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is John's, Little Ceaser's, uh
down your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you think this 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 - its like two of me
and of us, rapping acid, eat this up
down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty
I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, genius
and fly, you backboneless and wingless
bunch of on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating blitz
is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers picked
things are at easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, lights, bravos

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