Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Not Like Me"

"Not Like Me"


[Intro:]
If you're in need of a ghost writer
Not like me
You choke up when you're in the cypher
You're not like me
If you're not constantly dropping fire
You're not like me
Naw naw dude, you're not like-

[Verse 1:]
See Web been big in the game like Shaq O'Neal
Way before I even had no deal
Tune to the broadcast in my Bat-Mobile
And think; Damn, really this is the rap ya'll feel?
The standard has gotten so low, I don't even know
They sellin' out shows and rap about nothing
So now every regular Joe, picks up the mic and they think they can flow
"Wait, all I gotta do is get a couple tats and talk about ass, and titties, and cash?
Hmmm, that doesn't sound hard, ya know what man, I think I'm going to rap" fuck that
They get a laptop with a pro tools pack, spit something' whack
The next big smash, hit number one with the same old trash the last dude did
And we call it rap
What else can I do but say fuck it
I'm really not mad at the rapper for making it
But I get mad at the people who keep up the cycle
Buy into this garbage on iTunes and pay for it
So uhh, if you really wanna save hip-hop, better take your pick
Either support what's real, or get used to the same old shit

[Hook:]
So many people trying to do it, I can't keep up with the names
Just a bunch of carbon copies and they shit is all the same
But regardless of how many other rappers in the game
All I know is that I'll promise one thing
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me

[Verse 2:]
No matter where the hands on the clock might be
It's my time, so check up on your watch my G
All I need is gym shorts and a stock white t, fuck swag
I'm gonna show you why they not like me
I've had it with rap, ya'll rappers are whack
All that I'm hearing is stacking up cash, and strippers, and bottles, and fatness of ass
Who's fucking buying this crap
So I'm giving you all something new, the shit I do
Ain't never been seen by a kid like you
Inked up white dude with an attitude, hate on, I ain't mad at you
But just check my shoes, I'm a just do it, do what I do
Making this music, drinking my booze, smoking my Buddha
Shit I'm the truth, fuck all your rumors
Fuck you all doing, really what happened
Only a hand full of people are rappin'
Nobody is worried about being dope on the mic
They focusing more on their fashion
Ya'll ain't no emcees yelling about that life, ya'll just frontin'
So I've been sent here to remind you of something
That there's

[Hook]

[Outro:]
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me

 

[fox69]

"Off The Chain"

"Off The Chain"


Yeah, okay.
I got high and wrote this song in like
45 minutes.
Ha, what's good?
Check it, ay.

I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
Yeah,
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.

I'm like a rap star
Minus the money and the record deal
Bitch I'm whippin' in a piece of crap car.
But I don't give a fuck
'Cause I spit it mad hard.
You could inspect my lyrics,
Never find a bad bar.

I'm in my backyard,
Rollin' kronic.
Rap rollick,
Artists like Jack Pollock.
Drop shit so sick
I need an antibiotic.
I'm an otter
And I'll crack you like the shell of a mollusk.

Oh my God, it's Webby,
With a machete
Ready to go after
Both Jason and Freddy.
I am deadly like a black mamba
Sippin' Odwalla
Mixed with vodka
Runnin' shit like the Godfather.

So call me Corleone,
I'm rollin' with 40 homies.
And you could hold the camera,
Come watch your shorty bow me.
My first is in five minutes
Like off of the brains
Or as anybody bitch
I'll say I'm off of the chain, ay.

I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.

I'm the next big thing
Incase you couldn't tell.
Give me one mother fucker
Who'd say I wouldn't sell.
I'm good and well
Hearin' me underground
Unsighned tight
Dude, I don't fuck around.

And see I'm buzzin' now
All over internets.
Webby's on the web
You're behind if you haven't clicked it yet.
I'm shootin' free throws
All you people miss the net.
I'm off the chain bitch,
Like an evicted pet.
Get it?
'Cause if a pet got evicted
It, uh, wouldn't have a leash on...
Man, forget it.

I'm twisted.
Roll it up, hit it.
I'm so fucking dope
They should put me on exhibit.
'Cause you know I rip it
Every day spittin' more and more
Magic than any Slytherin or Gryffindor.

Dumbledore's steppin' in,
Feelin' like the principle.
Don't need a body guard,
Webby's invincible.
My life is inimitable
But I'm a push 'em to the back
Like I hired 'em as actors.
I'll put 'em in a cast
With the punches that be flyin' at speeds above fast.
So retrace your foot prints,
Bitch step back.
What?

I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.

You just got to let me off the chain.

I walk in,
They call me the kid like Billy.
Crushin' Keystones all night
Get silly.
Let's throw down at beer pong,
'Cause bitch I'm illy.
Hit six cups,
Then I re-rack 'em like Willy.

I am a Gremlin,
And I rhyme,
Never ending.
Stay gettin' high,
Got no time for descendin'.
People give me praises any time I get mentioned
Even though my skin's whiter than the belly of a penguin.

I need an intervention
Before I go brain dead,
With a pencil is the only time I aim lead.
But me and your girl gon' wake up in the same bed.
Wiping her mouth,
Claiming she never even gave head.

I'll murder K-Fed,
And hit Britney up.
Oh, you got two kids?
I don't give a fuck.
She said hit me one more time,
So I hit it up.
Lohan, I got a Trojan,
Come here you little slut.

So messed up lookin' for a pair of
Double D's, please,
Step to me, I fucking dare ya.
Oh God, I'm seein' double,
No Tia and Tamera.
'Cause I hit 'em like bam,
I don't need a Margera.

I'm a go ahead and do my thang.
You just gotta let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.
Off the chain.
You just got to go and let me off the chain.
I'm off the chain.

You just got to let me off the chain. [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Ohh Noo"
(feat. Jarren Benton, Tech N9ne)

"Ohh Noo"
(feat. Jarren Benton, Tech N9ne)



[Hook: Chris Webby]
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah nigga, oh no, gin and four loko
Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I’m loco
Headbutting hoes like I’m ocho (cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
Niggas stacking more dough, you know how that shit go
You should get a pen, write it down and take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my dick say blow me
My drawers say polo, yeah bitch polo!
Need a white girl with an ass like Coco’s
Hit that pussy right, girl I bought you some Menolo’s
That was Adderall, shit, I used to pop NoDoz
Used to have one bitch, now I got four hoes
Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal
Aaron Schwartz in [?] that pussy, hit it like Arnold
Mr. Drummond, Willis, Kimberly, looks like a porno
Skeeted in her face, I treat that bitch just like a urinal
Webby tell these hating niggas slit they wrist
Every track we on we take a shit on it
Ladies show your tits, meet a nigga back stage
Where you’ll see me pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting
And we murdering any motherfucker that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways
We skin em and drop em off on the highway
These pussy ass niggas so irate, we got em screaming…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tech N9Ne]
I was sent to demolish and decapitate whoever thinking they killing
Doin' the hottest we activate and murder many men that make hits say god is a rapper, wait
Better bow before Nina, don’t even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I’ma get pissed, their finna get wack and fake
Bitch, get on my dick quick, give it a lick it, acclimate
Get what you’re giving, give her the gift and go gravitate
Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate
Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner
They loving a nigga cause I’m a hell of a rhymer
Women are looking finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it and I slime her
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
When a busta run up with a broken heart he get a shiner
When it comes to murking on music I’m a deadly designer
I’m drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner!
If he tripping I'ma buck or I’ma cut a nigga up with a machete
Cause I’m running with a gang that’ll bring that flame
With a thang and it’s heavy
You don’t wanna fuck with a Tech N9ne
Or my nigga, JB or Chris Webby
Havin everybody sayin “oh no”, bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy

[Hook]

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
We don’t fight fair, we right here
We the reason you’ve been waking up with nightmares
Got em running, got em running
From the second they see us coming, I got em saying…

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hold up
On your mark, ready, set, go
Look at Web flow
I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think I’m living on Death Row
Webby just a motherfucking dog, where’s Petco?
Follow a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words
These motherfuckers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curb
And hit every pedestrian that doesn’t find the nerve…
...to get out of the way, “Jarren did you see that shit?”
Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit
Got me feeling so loca, la vida, bitch
Why you even pass me that shit?
But fuck it man I am an animal, but you never seen my species
A brand new breed they discovered in CT
Homegrown bitch, yelling “feed me, feed me!”
And every listener is pressing repeat
Bitch I got a sick mind, stomach bug in the brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I’ll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out..

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown
Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop shit, man
Bitch!

 

[fox69]

"Omg (On My Grind)"
(feat. Miss Daja)

"Omg (On My Grind)"
(feat. Miss Daja)



[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I've been on my grind since I hustled twenty bags of piff
Now I'm trying to make a living off this rapping shit
Back in the day they all used to laugh and shit
Now they asking for a VIP pass and shit
Used to stay up all night and I practice it
Rhyme book up in my hand and a track to rip
You ain't even half the Chris, ask your bitch
Lean back, light it up, and relax a bit
I hit the bottom, now I'm living sick
Posted with a chick, EZ-Wider full of piff
That's enough to keep me happy so I'm living like this
Till I'm spending all my money and they put me in a ditch
We all gon' die, so while we still alive
I'm trying to get by, baby have a good time
Let me live it up, let me just grind
Go and live your life, homie let me live mine (ah)

[Hook: Miss Daja]
On my grind [x8]

[Verse 2:]
It's been a long hard road and a lot to go
[?] with the flow can't lock the can't block the blow
Trying to compare your mission is impossible
I'm just trying to make a living, can't knock it bro
Getting high man, chilling on the coast eating fried clams
Facebook hits from CT to Thailand
Went from no money, to having show money
Sved to the Ciroc and it's so lovely
No I don't Dougie, this is real rap
Suburbs to the block, gotta feel that
Since the White Noise fitted with the ear flaps
I've been on my grind none stop now a year passed
And I'm still going every day Webby (flowing ship?)
Moving at the speed of a NASCAR motorist
Time flies and we only getting older quick
So I'm here to party, yo enough with all the soberness

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I've been dropping ill flows since I still rocked a diaper
More bars than Rikers, pull an all-nighter
With your chick big tits, looking foxier than Swiper
Hit then flip the TV on and play some Street Fighter
Living good with a dutchie and a lighter
Going too hard, baby put me in a cypher
Smoother than a cup of apple cider, dope rhyme writer
Grinding every day until I'm whipping in a Viper
That dude from Connecticut who got my name public
Following my dream and I mother fucking love it
If you got a dream go and make something of it
Because if you ain't doing what you love (then?) fuck it
Never let somebody tell you what you gotta be
Be yourself, have fun, live life, be free
But you gotta work for it, yo look at me
All I ever do is G-R-I-N-D (see)

[Hook]

Yeah baby, I am [x5]

 

[fox69]

"One Song"

"One Song"


Yeaaaah! Webby.

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song

All I need is one mic, one pen, one piece of paper
One top single and it's game over for the haters
One shot, one chance, one opportunity
One motherfucking animal is what I grew to be
One man army, throwing on one finger up
Always the middle one cause you know I never give a fuck
One dream is the reason that I'm here
Went to college cause they told me that I needed a career
But on one here now look, all over your facebook
Where the jokes now?! all you motherfucking Dane Cooks
Making fun of me, walking down the hallway
Just at middleschool, and headphones on all day
Little punk but my eyes were on the prize
It took a lot of tries but I knew I get it right
Now I got the last laugh, think life funny?
Y'all around job hunting, while I'm sitting on money.

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]

All I need is one beat and one hour to get it written down
One style? Nah everyday I got a different sound
Kid around with the flow so serious
When it's my turn, I'm a kill shit, period.
I'm doing good dude, they getting mad now
Yelling "Fuck Webby" while they tear em in the crowd
Huh... I just laugh and roll with it
They came in here to hate, but I made money off their tickets, bitches!
Shit I been out here for a while, your best written rap is my worst freestyle!
At first they ignored me, now they in denial
I'm like a Thom Barry on the mic, yeah wild
On an animal flow, now everywhere I go, the camera would go
So they can watch me get my hands on the dolls
Why you mouthing off to me, you're just an amateur bro
And this UCONN husky's about to go pro.

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]

All I got is one life so the devil better stop rushing me
Gave it all I got, now I'm sitting here with 23
Looking back at this life I've lived, used to pay to get a gigg, now I sell em out kids
And just recently, my wallet was empty
Had a script to get a penny to get some chickens at Wendy's
Couldn't even take my girly on a date
Now we cop on potatoes and a fourty ounce steak
Sold em out to real estate so I gotta tell em this
You don't need a medical degree to tell em sick
Bitch, let me live my life, stop trying to hold me back or I'm a miss my flight
First class posted, sipping on Jack
Headphones on, as I write these tracks
Where I'm headed, I don't even know that
All I know is when I get there, I'm a never look back

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x2]

The pressure is rising, no more mistake (nah)
Don't try to deny it, don't you hesitate (no hesitation man)
The voices are calling, calling out your name (they're calling for you man)
But don't look so sad cause it's a long way back (and I ain't never looking back [x6])

All I need is one song, one line
All I need is one break, to survive
All I get is one chance, to promote
Five more hours to come up with a song [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Only Way To Go"

"Only Way To Go"


[Intro]
I got the game on lockdown, ridin' with the top down, and I'm feeling so good
Baby we'll be headed to the top now cause it's the only way to go

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm on a roll now, traveling all around the globe
Only my booking agent know where I'm about to go
With a pretty young thing and an ounce to roll
Live that rockstar life call me Aldous Snow, uh
Feeling great, filet mignon on my plate
But I'm always staying hungry, you can see it on my face
You can see it in my eyes, I'mma win this race
Pulling through the finish line, like Brink on skates
And I'm feeling spectacular, still an eligible bachelor
It's so lovely, french kissing models with some molly on my tongue
In a different city every night like I was on the run
We gone, we gone, shout to everyone who supports me
Legal troubles over with, no more going to court, B
Now I'm chilling with a Vicky and a Courtney, top down, warp speed

[Hook]
I always told them "I will never stop" now, look at what I got now
Always knew that I would, baby, and we headed to the top now
Cause it-it's the only way to go
Now I got the game on lock-down, riding with the top down
And I'm feeling so good, baby, and we headed to the top now
Cause it-it's the only way to go

[Verse 2]
I been out to sea, had to send an SOS
But I made it back to shore and I'm next on deck
Always got a little sexy brunette on text
Saying "I'll see you when you back in town xox"
I've been slept on like futons, looked over like typos
Now you see my fucking name up in the lights, yo
Always been the under dog call me Fido
But I know, and always knew that I would win the fight bro
Either that or I'm going to go down swinging
Never back down if we gotta throw down, bring it
But still we having fun, strip club, pile of ones
And act a jackass, R.I.P Ryan Dunn
Shout to Sap always killing a track
We just some kids making money, what's the matter with that
And until I get a Grammy I'll be doing just dandy
The black sheep's now the bread winner of the family

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go

[Verse 3]
I only think about it when I'm looking back
To the kid I used to be writing lyrics during class
Back when I had nothing but ambition and a dream
And a composition notebook full of rhyme schemes
I mean, I was a fuck up, but then I grew the fuck up
And gave it everything while I was working on my come up
And now I came up and baby I won't stop till I'm done
So now I'm yelling at the top of my lungs (Let's go!)

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm feeling good right now, man
All these years of hard work are finally paying off
There's really only one direction to go now
And that's up, so ya'll coming with me or what

 

[fox69]

"Outdo You"
(feat. Vice Versa)

"Outdo You"
(feat. Vice Versa)



Yea. 203 where you at baby, Hempstead holla! I'm nice.

[Verse 1:]
Yo, I'm a out do you, don't know what I'd do to
You... Bitch I'm cookoo
Only white boy at private school rockin' Fubu
Spitting flames like a dragon homie call me Mushou
Like Yogi leave you with a Boo Boo, from punches and kicks
You'll catch a pummelin' now tell me who fucking with this
I'm runnin' this shit with my troublesome clique
Won't stop till I'm drowning in a puddle of spit
Pussy tends to come my way, call me cat nip
A fuckin' bull mastiff, hit em with a kick make em backflip
This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty
Writing in my Notebook but this isn't a love story
Grimier than N.O.R.E. but I stay with cream
Leaving you lost like Oceanic Flight 815
Real mean, when I get up on the mic and shred it
No copy, paste, or edit, I'm nice so don't sweat it

[Chorus: Vice Versa]
And you know that I'm a rider boy
So try the boy
I'll spit flames and fry ya boy
So ayyy
I'm a out do you bitches [x2]
And ya know I'm spittin' fire boy
Retire boy
Cause I'm a level higher boy
So ayyy
I'm a out do you bitches [x2]

[Verse 2:]
I make a point like Uncle Sam, stay puffin' grams
Drunk as fuck with my red solo cup in hand
You better fuckin' scram, cause I am back bitch
Bout to be blowing up like an inflatable mattress
Not one to mess with, cleaner than antiseptic
Check it, before this verbal tek makes your chest split
I'm blessed, A plus, five stars with a check bitch
Something like Borat, cause "You will never get this! "
Yes it's Vindictive stay blazin' the herb
Pockets full of more trees than a nature reserve
Oh word? The illest in the two-oh-third
So fuck what you heard, I'm kicking em to the curb
With words illy cause everything I write you felt
Until I'm rocking a gold medal like Michael Phelps
I'm a keep swimming laps around you, raps surround you
Out do you in things that I don't even know how to

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Vice Versa]
And I'm doing my thang, doing my thang (Yea, holla)
Coming back around like a boomerang (Like a boomerang bitch)
And you know, you know (You already know)
That I'm the one y'all can't touch (Can't touch)
Never stop rapping till I'm rockin' handcuffs (Till I'm locked up)
I'm dope, I'm dope (I'm dope as a muh fucker)
And I hold it down, holdin' it down (Hold it down)
First rapper reppin' a suburban town (Suburbs!)
I flow, it shows (God damn right)
Don't got a gun, but you gotta run (Yea)
Cause stepping to me, your gunna get out done
You know
(Webby) Cause I'm nice and you mother fuckers know, baby

 

[fox69]

"Paparazzi"

"Paparazzi"


[Intro:]
Ha, 2010, Chris Webby
DJ Whoo Kidd
Yo, it's that real shit
Uh, Uh

[Verse:]
You couldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole
Nobody near to this, I'm serious, ripping the mic 'til I'm delirious
And I don't do it for the glamour and the glitz
I do it because I love it and I'm handling my shit
But there's some dudes doing it for all the wrong reasons
Spit nonsense, think there the hottest thing breathing
Ignoring all the real MC's who don't even
Have enough pocket change to break even
I'm steaming, tearing it down 'til I'm leaving
Music running in my veins, even in my semen
Webby straight hungry, somebody should feed him
Before I got nuts, cause a motherfuckin' scene and
End up locked up again and fuckin' spend
My last penny on bail so fuck it then
Lyrically, your everyday rapper can't touch me
But rap's full of dudes with no talent it disgusts me
Trust me, I can drop names, make it get ugly
But that's just how it is, some people get lucky
Souljia Boy's fifth grade vocal gets played
On the radio so much you think it was dope as
Jigga, Nas, Eminem, Busta, Fab
Jadakiss, Ludacris, maybe Lupe Fias-
Co, rap mode, clever and intelligent
The hottest in New England and ain't nobody forgetting it
I'm showing y'all that hip hop exists in Connecticut
I'm picture perfect I just somebody to develop it
Right now I can't even afford a gym membership
Even though I rap with undeniable eloquence
I stay true to my roots and I know where I'm from
I don't front on no one, don't talk about having funds
Don't talk about slinging crack, don't talk about shooting guns
Don't talk about being hard, I talk about having fun
I'm second to none, something the world has never seen
Making music is in my genes, like a pocket and seams
Rocking the screen of any fucking camera that's in front of me
So deep, underground that my tunnel be
Down with the dinosaur bones, grimy
I need a paleontologist just to find me
So complex every listener rewinds me
But it's my extensive vocab that defines me
I be pumping hip hop through an IV
Nobody else unsigned could out-grind me
No Ash Roth clone drop rhymes off dome
Just a rapscallion rocking the skull and crossbones
I'm a young cat coming out 21
Won't stop 'til I decide that I am fucking done
And that'll be never
The future of hip hop, bitch, it's Chris Webster

[Outro:]
Well, it is bitch
What it is bitch
It's real hip hop
Get your bars up, bitches
And we out
J-Cash, what up
Timmy, what up
Yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Problem"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

"Problem"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T.)



[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
I was coming down, I was switching lanes
I do it real big, that'll never change
Switchin' old schools, catchin' private planes
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a mothafuckin' problem
Hip-Hop, what you know about it?
I murder everything, how could you ever doubt it?
Bitch I do this shit for real, when you see me shout it
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a mothafuckin' problem

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I'll get your girl's head spinnin' 'til that bitch is dizzy
Shot glass full and I'll tip it quickly
Shouts to Big K.R.I.T. in Mississippi
On my hustle, word to Nipsey
Back here to rip beats, that's what it is see
Gone for a second but I'm back, did you miss me?
Bomb on a record with the sack of the piff, B
Bomb any record when I snap and it hits me
You'll get chewed like a frisbee
I'm a rottweiler bitch and my leash isn't with me
I need a priest to forgive me
For the sins I commit from CT to Sydney
Jesus, indeed a psychopath
And not a goddamn soul could write this fast
Not a damn soul know how to write this track
Shuttin' shit down 'til the lights go black
Kill 'em with subliminals, unhittable
An original criminal with the syllables
Fuck a visual, I'm invisible
10-4: Situation Critical
R-R-Roger that, I b-b-b-body tracks
So all these hatin' copycats can suck my dick and swallow that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
It's young Krizzle and I'm certified
Pull up in your lane with the bitch you came with 'fore you get inside
Built tight like a motherfuckin' cutlass on point
With the D's and the window tint
Wood on deck with the chrome on rim
Piled up twice I ain't tripping on nothing
Bitch, you know what this is
Ain't got time to waste
Rather not grind the brakes
Rather just take my bread - get pounds of cake
Get a bitch down to shake, spring up in over head
Plot like chess, grind like skaters
Bring a bitch down like Garcia Y Vega
Must be fine and surround me with paper
League of my own, motherfuck your majors
Now I'm back on track
Dark with the flow, black on black
Twenty-four beat, I shat on that
Suburb with the urgin' to hear me rap
Still get love in the hearts of trap
Still hit the Bank and they give me dap
See wherever Big K.R.I.T. been that day
Shit he thought Sugar Ray

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Rollin' in ready to fight and throw fists
I had a bad day and I'm pissed so don't trip
You wanna get hit? Then keep runnin' your lip
Because I got a short fuse and it's already lit
About to flip if you say another word to me
Not killin' a beat doesn't occur to me
Not true if they say they never heard of me
If you want me to stop, you better murder me
South to the North, holla back
CT love, I got your back
White boy's here and I rock a rap
Rock my brim low and roll that grass
So cinematic when I rock a beat
Cameras on, and they all on me
With my dude from the South K-R-I-T
If they steppin' in the way then R-I-P
Spittin' heavy dough
Need that fire? Let me know
That's why your girl's Facebook status is a Webby quote
I got 'em, ain't nobody big enough to block 'em
This isn't algebra baby, but I'm a fuckin' problem

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"R.A.D. (Roll A Doobie)"

"R.A.D. (Roll A Doobie)"


[Verse 1:]
Listen I’m just here to kick it regardless of if you’re with
Regardless of the critics getting all up in my business
Regardless of the fact that getting here took me a minute
In this game of life, chilling with my stand-by ticket
Goddamn I did it, I built the stage to get my voice heard on
And it’s real to say
Shit I’m still a normal dude, got bills to pay
And if tomorrow’s not promised I’ma chill today
Cause like you we all bleed red, we all human
We all just tryna navigate our way through the confusion
We all just want a piece of the pie
I’m staying zooted while I’m waiting
Let me roll up a doobie and keep it moving
I got a few chinks in my armor, too
Never used to see the world, now I’m starting to
And I’m just reaching for the motherfucking stars like you
Without a joint that shit’s hard to do
So I tell em that....

[Hook:]
We all gonna die one day, so what?
But while I’m kicking I’ma have my middle fingers up
Yelling “fuck you”
Cause when life gets tough I shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff
And we all got bills to pay, so what?
But while I’m in the green I’ll have my middle fingers up
Yelling “fuck you”
And when shit gets rough I’ll shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff
I’ll roll a doobie and puff, I’ll roll a doobie and puff
Chilling, baking out my Chevy with my crew in the cut
I’ll roll a doobie and puff, I’ll roll a doobie and puff
Shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff

[Verse 2:]
I’m just out here tryna function
Bobbing and weaving through the percussion
While I’m puffing on a magic dragon daily like it’s nothing
As I watch my competition and proceed to one-up em
And if they don’t like what I’m doing then, man, fuck em
And if they ain’t been down since jump I can’t trust em
Ever since my friend ratted on me and I ended up cuffed
In the back of an undercover whip
Cause my homie couldn’t help but run his lip
As soon as the fan was hit with some fucking shit
But that’s life and I’ve learned how to choose my friends better
Learned how to master my craft and be a trendsetter
Learned how to get knocked down
Learned how to get back up
I learned how to rock these crowds
Learned to accept that what’s...
...going on is a blessing beyond a logical fact
I don’t know if God is real but someone’s watching my back
Maybe it’s my boy Nick, we still miss you cuz
Next joint’s for you, now roll up

[Hook]

[Bridge x2:]
I’m gonna take a puff
Then I’ma blow it out
I’m gonna roll it up
And then I’ma burn it down

[Hook]