Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Hip Hop"
(feat. Bekay)

"Hip Hop"
(feat. Bekay)



[Verse One: Bekay]
Bekay Y
Check it out, check it out yo
The music shit used to be makin' my day
Yeah your dream is ya dream till they take it away
Fuck makin' mistakes, I'm makin' a fan
Makin' a fuckin' army while you makin' a band
And you could try to desecrate but I'm takin' a stand
On top of Ground Zero with a shank in my hand
And my peeps screamin' out "Fuck this crap! "
I been gave everything I had to this, please give me somethin' back
All your whips and ice, who the hell knows
I'm more happy with some rope chains and some shell toes
I paint pictures, sculptures
A&R's is a bunch of fuckin' vultures, you ruinin' my culture
So while you make your check, pumpin' bullshit
I spit that real shit that could break ya neck
I'm real hip hop to the death of me
I mean for you this shit is a hobby, but for us it's a destiny

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
This is hip hop
I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it
Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night
I'd sell my soul for it, name the price
Stay focused, I know that my aim is right
For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life
Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write
For that one opportunity to blaze the mic

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Rap is my life, always stayin' strapped with a mic
Representin' for all the cats that are actually nice
Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake
Rockin' so many chains they're getting' scoliosis from the weight
Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact that they suck
Could get tutored by Nas? Still wouldn't be nasty as us
But these the same muthafuckas who be stackin' the bucks
While stuck here in CT like fuck, crack a dutch and it's such
These whack ass rappers think they're tough
With preschool vocab and a whole lotta luck
I'm determined that I can't lose
Take a lead pipe to Soulja Boy's legs, fuck your dance moves
We've been told we got the talent, the devotion and charisma
We just need an opportunity to prove we can deliver
This hip hop and I'm dying to live it (I live this)
And will do every fuckin' thing in my power to get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hip hop, live it breathe it walk it talk it crave it need it
Never lose focus, or get defeated
Keep talkin' that shit, go and get me heated
But I'm rappin', writin', scrappin', fightin', spittin', rippin'
Mic ignitin', hold my spot down, stand tall like a titan
And stay strikin' you muthafuckas like lightnin' rah

 

[fox69]

"Home"
(with OnCue)

"Home"
(with OnCue)



[Intro: Chris Webby]
To all the families affected by the tragic events that took place in Newton, Connecticut…
Our hearts are with you
We're here for you

[Hook]
Spread your tiny wings to the skies that we are from
Let our hope just reign, let us know we're not alone
Spread your tiny wings over all you love and know
All my queens and kings, don't worry you're going home

[Verse 1: OnCue]
This we're living really, it ain't appealing, it's hard
How you dealing, how you feeling, we all children at heart
Stop this killing, we ain't animals is what sets us apart
I was sent here to do this so let me play my part
I wake up that Friday like, "Damn man you must be kidding"
We need some change but I ain't saying I'm a politician
The only policy that's seen the way is the buddy system
I ain't preaching, I'm just wishing that somebody listen
I hold my brother, called his daughter, told her that he loved her
I called my mother even though I usually try to duck her
I could be so selfish out here trying to cake up
And I'm ashamed it takes this for us to wake up
Let our angels fly away, but not in vain
We could change, right now I'm just saying, trying to share my pain
I know nothing seems to make sense, how could we just go on
But it's in our hands, it's up to us to hold on
I wish I knew him, I wish I knew her
Shouts to the teachers, shape the future, save the future
Can't imagine what they goin' through but yup
I loved people, I lost people
Let's deliver us all from all evils
This gotta stop, no part 2 sequels
When we gonna realize that we're all equal

[Hook]
Spread your tiny wings to the skies that we are from
Let our hope just reign, let us know we're not alone
Spread your tiny wings over all you love and know
All my queens and kings, don't worry you're going home
You're going home, you're going home
You're going home, you're going home

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Man, the way this world is going
You'd expect that it's always something
But hope is all we got
Yea, we lose that then we're left with nothing
Tell your family you love 'em
Cause the things that we've been facing
As a people, as a nation, as a world, no explanations
And we hope, and we pray, tryin' to make it through today
Cause tomorrow's never promised and we searching for a way
That we can make it all add up
Up in this crazy world we livin' in
So for the parents who will never see their kids again
Just know our thoughts are with you
And our hearts are broken too
And all those little angels
They'll be watching over you
The teachers that were lost
Y'all are heroes now
Not sure if God was listening
But he gon' hear us now
Regardless of religious views
We all gon' pray for you
I know we're hurtin' now
But we all gon' make it through
Soon as I heard the news
I knew I had no choice at all
CT I love you
And I'm proud to be a voice for y'all
So let's all stand together
Reach up and touch the sky
And keep every memory alive of those we lost
Till we see 'em on the other side
Show our neighbors we love 'em
Really reach out and touch 'em
And light a candle for the angels that's flying above 'em

[Hook]
Spread your tiny wings to the skies that we are from
Let our hope just reign, let us know we're not alone
Spread your tiny wings over all you love and know
All my queens and kings, don't worry you're going home
You're going home, you're going home
You're going home, you're going home
You're going home, you're going home
You're going home, you're going home

 

[fox69]

"House Party Cypher (Interlude)"

"House Party Cypher (Interlude)"


[BarsTaLoan:]
Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories

[KID:] I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?

[BarsTaLoan:] You feel me? You see me right? I got bars kid, that's what I do

[KID:] Word? That’s what’s up man

[KID:] Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like motherfucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude

[KID:] Funny story, he’s here right now!

[BarsTaLoan:] Oh word, like here? At this party?

[KID:] Ayo Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah nah nah it’s cool....

[KID:] Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo chill, chill, chill, chill…

[KID:] Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo man, BarsTaLoan that’s my name. Introduce me as BarsTaLoan, please

[KID:] Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch

[WEBBY:] What!?

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, c' mon man

WEBBY: Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up?

[KID:] This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is

[WEBBY (sighs):] Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!

[BarsTaLoan:] Who the fuck is Kenny…

[WEBBY:] Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man

[KENNY:] Right now?

[WEBBY:] C’mere man, just come over here man

[KENNY:] Alright, alright I’m coming

[WEBBY:] Ayo everybody keep it down for a second

[BarsTaLoan:] No no no keep partying, y’all keep going

[WEBBY:] Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?

[BarsTaLoan:] No

[KENNY (in robot voice):] I’m ready

[BarsTaLoan:] What the fuck is that?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
Yo, it’s Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap
I’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I’m just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I’ll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherfucking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, “hey can I hold your purse?”
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!”
Shit I’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I’m on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she's getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don’t need a reason
I’m creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won’t see me leaving, I’m running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike’s back on the shoe rack
Huh I’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
I swear that I'm crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Psych, I’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherfucker

[WEBBY:] Your turn, bro

[BarsTaLoan:] I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro

[KID:] Oh man, get this coward out of here please. Please get this coward out of here...

[WEBBY:] Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!?!

 

[fox69]

"I Got Em"
(feat. Rotimi)

"I Got Em"
(feat. Rotimi)



[Hook: Rotimi]
You know that I got em baby
You know that I got em baby
And anybody try to block my shine
Take a number and get to the back of the line hey
You know that I got em baby
You know that I got em baby
And anybody that try to step to me
Is gonna quickly get sent away

[Verse 1:]
You see a lot of um are hatin' now
Cuz I got my name around
Around me, people sayin' that I'm famous now
Don't be mad, I worked hard for a kid
Wrote a million verses and a multitude of choruses
To get to where I'm sittin', now look at where I'm sittin' at
Kick my J's up with a drink now I'm sittin' back
Lovin' life, feelin' good, tryna keep my head straight
Keep the trunk roarin' that tyrannosaurus rex bass
Been a minute now, now it's do or die
Fuck High school, I went to school high
Graduated with a rap degree, so me reachin' to the top is how it has to be
I'm OE to these poptart daiquiris
Nunchucks in my hand and attack a beat (ha)
I'm on a God damn rampage, money's goin' up and so's the number on the fan page

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I got some very big shoes to fill
Cuz I'm aimin' for the title and I shoot to kill
Got the iTunes in your whole computer filled
Kids be like "Yo dude, Webby's super ill"
Is it frat rap? Or is it backpack?
But all I really care about is where the cash at
I got a dutchie rolled up like a snack wrap
I got a biddie by my side and I'mma wax that
I'll make my competition sweat with no elliptical
The school of new age rap and I'm the principal
Chicken with some waffle fries, flow is unforgivable
Kill it every time I be droppin' a single syllable
Gettin a beat and I'm rappin' it ill and I'm back with a skill you've never seen
Knew that I was meant for this when I was only 17
But I'm livin' good now, movin' onto better dreams
Rapin' every beat I got and making instrumentals scream

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You see I'm hoppin' in the driver seat
Pedal to the floor mat
Ain't no catchin' up to me
VROOOM betta fall back
Raw track after raw track is my résumé
Make my own music while they spittin' over lemonade
Stay messed up with a style to step up
Over the competition while they tryin' to catch up
Haters suck my left nut, cuz if the good die young
I'll be in a body bag by next month
Cuz you know that I Got um baby
Ain't no mother fucker that could stop um baby
So listen to this, I'm killin' the shit
Rippin it sick, I should be sellin' tickets to this
You must've had the game twisted like a licorice stick
If you ain't thinkin I was steppin' in here and killin' the shit
So remember the name maybe take a picture of Chris
Before I burn the house down and leave you sizzlin' BITCH (yeah)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I Love College (Remix)"

"I Love College (Remix)"


(I ain't goin' out like a sucka, no way)

(Webby)

Hah, it's Chris Webby, yeah
Asher Roth ain't the only college boy on this rappin' shit
And I love college too, shit, ha

[Chorus:]
That party last night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered
But I took a Xanny and shots of SoCo so it's whatever
Roll my blunts and pop my E, now chug that 40 just like me
Pass out at 6, wake up at 3, then do it again tonight drinks on me

Man, I love college

[Verse 1:]
I love college even more than Asher
Different chick every other night, come home plastered (Ha!)
Somehow pass class and twist blunts after
I'm Hofstra's top dog and home-court rapper (Yessss)
Fitted pointed backwards, spittin' that fire (Fire)
The shit on campus bitch, ask Van Wilder (Wilder)
Don't need a reminder to party every day (Nah)
'Cause I'm an alcoholic I'll remember anyway
I've been drunk since 12, motherfuck a drinkin' age
Walk into the liquor store pull my wallet out to pay (like, what?)
Clerk tellin' me I'm not who I say I be
Even though it says I'm Spanish on my fake ID, gee.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
They say drugs make you dumb but I don't think they do
Last semester, I pulled a fuckin' 3.2 (what, bitch)
When I wake up's the only time I'm sober enough
To do homework unless I'm hung over as fuck
But still there ain't a teacher that can hold me (Nah)
Go to class blunted lookin somethin' like Spicoli
Or I'll just pull a Ferris Bueller skip the whole day
I'm just here for the partyin' I hope that's okay (Okay)
But there's no way I'll stop because this sophomore's a monsta
Even though I'll end up doin' six years at Hofstra
Sit back, sippin' on my beer with the mic
Knowing these are gonna be the best years of my life, right?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I'm a flip cup phenomenon, beer pong pro (whoa)
Hit all ten in a row with my fuckin' eyes closed
A little bend of the knees and a flick of the wrist
Have you chuggin' every second while I'm sippin' my shit
Dutch Master always full of some ridiculous piff (hitttttt)
That got me twisted like a licorice stick, listen to this (coughhhh)
My time is never wasted, cause I'm always wasted
I fuckin' love college, that's all I can say kid (Yup)

[Chorus]

Man, I love college
Keg parties, sorority bitches, all my homies,
Why the fuck would I ever leave, man? I love college
This where I'm a be at
They're gonna have to drag my ass the fuck out of here, man

It's Chris Webby
Holla.

 

[fox69]

"I Need A Dollar"
(feat. Mac Miller)

"I Need A Dollar"
(feat. Mac Miller)



[Chorus:]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You see I'm broke, I'm not tryna brag
About money, cars, hoes, jewelry and swag
About to be the first dude with the game in the bag
Who still lives home with his mom and his dad
Screw takin' a cab, I'll save my dough
And get to joggin', yeah my funds are that low
My car's dented up with some dirty ass rims
My left headlight is duct-taped in
You think I'm jokin'? I wish
But I've also accepted the fact life is a bitch
And I ain't here to complain
Yo I'm just sayin' that uh I'll take your dollar even if it's change
Cause I've given you nothin' but free music
When I do release an album you can buy, please do it
Now there's a fan base followin' this character
About to show the world how to make it in America

[Chorus:]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see it don't matter, nationwide everybody heard of me
Cause my wallet still lacks American currency
Dudes be like "Yo you're not broke son; you're famous"
Huh, and I'm still unsigned you ignoramus
Boston's makin' money like Billy Costigan
While Webby's in CT grindin' for Washingtons
But it's straight yo, I'm havin' a great time
And I realize some of these things take time
But I put out more hits than A-Rod
And gotta work a seven-dollar an hour day job
Don't have the money, but I have the skills
And respect that's worth more on the real, I'm the real deal
Soon enough I'll have my fill and pay off all these late lawyer bills
About to have a mil in the stash, for real it's a fact
Need bills to the max, TiVo bring it back

[Chorus:]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Eh, Webby I got you bro
Pittsburg in this bitch, Mac Miller
Aight look, I start my name with a capital "M"
You missed the start of the show, but you catchin' the end
MC's up in my cypher, come and show me love
Say, "Mac look at you kid, you really growin' up"
Before I ever had a video to look at
A bunch of weed and mixtapes fillin' up my book bag
Doin' it, feelin' it, keepin' it real
One in a million, needin' a feel
Bringin' the stage, whippin' em aways
Kid be livin' in the City of Steel
There's a hundred billion rappers in the world
Yeah I'm one of many, get this money better understand me
No plan B, bitches no panties
Bunch of hoes tryna Facebook fan me
Platinum record, I get a Grammy
California Kush and parties in Miami
Got the game by the titty, she my nanny
Thumbs up motherfucker, aha

[Chorus: x2]
I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need
If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me

 

[fox69]

"I'm Fresh"

"I'm Fresh"


I'm Fresh

[Intro:]
Yeah, Webby
Ha

[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high

[Over Chorus Spoken by Chris]
You see I'm fresh but, um
Y'know I'm not like everybody else
Y'know, I don't got a flashy car, I don't got these big chains
But, um, I'm still fresh, y'know

[Verse 1:]
I'm fresh, motherfucker, I just hopped up out the tub
Rollin' bud, spittin' on the mic until they pull the plug
All rug, 'cos to all of these kids I'm like a role model
I teach 'em how to twist a J and chug a whole bottle
I'm a monster, I hope I didn't startle ya
Tryna get my profits in the green like a gardener
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Webby's only get an Ultima
Paint peeling off the hood, bumper hangin' off the front
Interior smelling like Bogeys and Blunt Dust
But my little dump truck'll ride 'til the sun's up
Ferrari's and Jag's, got all these gettin' chicks wet
But I'm having trouble just tryna pass the admission (Or emissions) test
Cigarettes and gas money and I'm over budget
Guess I gotta borrow a 20$ from mom, fuck it
Some people whip in Lamborghini's, going so swiftly
But my pedals on the floor and I'm barely pushin' 50
I'm fresh, ha-ha

[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high

[Verse 2:]
I'm that skinny white dude who spits every time he's standing out
Only rapper still living in his parent's house
I'm going in as soon as someone turns the beat on
Oh yeah, you're Pitbull's mean, well so's my Bijon
I got probation coming in a month now
Cop's yelling at me 'Webby please put the blunt down!'
Used to work as Leslie's Pool Supplies to bring in dough
And I should probably start again, 'cos goddamn I'm broke
How many other dudes can come in a wreck this shit
And grew up in the burbs of Connecticut
I'ma beast and I'm always doing me
Brain-dead, pot-head with that A.D.D
So try to call me corny (stupid bitch) I still spit it true
And chances are I bang way more chicks than you (true)
I'm doin' shows so who's the idiot now
When I see your mom, little sister and your bitch in the crowd
I'm fresh

[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high

[Verse 3:]
Optimus Rhyme, yeah I'm that dude
I got a lot of lyrics, and stupid tattoos
I went to private school, college shirts and doctors
Didn't make honors, sold weed up out my locker
They kicked me out of HOFSTRA, now all I got is rapping
Can drop a mean verse but can barely do subtraction
Stay true to myself when I'm rhyming and it's clear
The only thing fake about me is the diamond in my ear, I'm here
So dirty I leave your region in fear
It's Chris Webby, not that other seasonal beer
That was a joke, Sam Adams, relax
But I'm keystone nice, the ultimate 30 racks
It's a fact from the burbs never whipping out a gat brother
The only time I pull a hammer is when I'm playing Super Smash Brothers
My bank account's about as low as my gas tank
But I'm fresh, and I'm fly, if you don't believe me ask Banks

[Chorus x5:]
I'm fresh, I'm fly
So damn high

 

[fox69]

"I'm Gone"

"I'm Gone"


[Hook]
There’s a lot of people talking to me, I don’t hear nothin’
Pop a pill now I’m rollin’, all I hear is the percussion
I’m gone [x5]
Driftin’ to another world, losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything, even my own reality
I’m gone [x7]

[Verse 1]
Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible
Barely sensible, but I’m feeling fuckin’ incredible
Like Bruce Banner changin’ the standard of being lifted
Got another duchie twisted the size of a fuckin’ midget
I rhyme and they fuckin wit’ it
So why would I fuckin’ quit it
So I’ll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and fuckin’ critics
Designed to just be a menace
Let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics
Tell Newton I really did it
No losing so let me get it
Maneuvering with the quickness
I’m the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business
I’m the illest like I stepped out the clinic with bad news
Now they see me as more than just a gimmick with tattoos
They hatin’ then fuck you, and fuck it yo where’s my medicine?
I think I got another doctor’s appointment to pencil in
Almost out of Adderall, pop another Ambien
Buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’ll be poppin’ G-ladies until I’m at least eighty
Unable to see straightly wherever the E takes me
I’m there, poppin’ stars until I’m rollin’ insane
Even if the doctor says I’ll get a hole in my brain
I got that mental novacaine, palms sweaty, it’s aight though
Molly and some acid tabs, yep! That is the right dose
I’m bad news, you want different? Then go to Geico
A drug induced animal posted up with the lights low
Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky’s clouds
I’m Mike Vick, and bitches refusing to lie down
Greater than Alexander, searching for my crown
Ounces don’t do it no more, I gotta buy pounds
Break it down - then I roll it up quick and I light that shit
Ain’t nobody messin’ with the flow now, betta slow down, you ain’t rippin’ mics like this
You don’t live a life like this, so go and shut your lips
And pass the fuckin’ joint man, I need another hit

[Hook]

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"I'm So Broke"

"I'm So Broke"


Damn, man.
I'm broke as fuck.
Yo Akon,
Why don't you throw me a couple bucks
Or some shit, man?
Fuck, ay.

I get it in till the sun rise,
But all I got's a dollar twenty five
And I don't even gotta ask why.
'Cause I I I'm so broke.
And I know that it sucks ass,
'Cause I ain't got enough cash.
Shit I ain't even got one mother fucking dollar
At all,
'Cause I'm so broke.

Shit,
I'm broker than the dropped antique [?],
Haven't had a fucking dollar
In a God damn week.
And not having a buck,
It straight up sucks.
How you gonna pay for weed
When you can't afford the dutch?

How you gonna buy a sandwich
When you can't afford the bun
'Cause your bank card keeps saying
Insufficient funds?
Fuck, you think my 98 Altima's fast?
Hell no, but how would I know?
I can't afford the gas.

And cigarettes went up
Another dollar last week.
If I don't quit now,
I'll be living in the street.
I know it sounds funny,
But this shit's no joke
So but your bottles in the air
If you're straight up broke.

I get it in till the sun rise,
But all I got's a dollar twenty five
And I don't even gotta ask why.
'Cause I I I'm so broke.
And I know that it sucks ass,
'Cause I ain't got enough cash.
Shit I ain't even got one mother fucking dollar
At all,
'Cause I'm so broke.

Anytime I do have a little money,
I'm spending it.
That's why I'm spending Spring break
In Connecticut.
For me, beaters and sweat pants
Is dressed to kill.
Either new clothes,
Or pay off the electric bill.

But still I rap extra I'll,
So yo, don't hate.
Unless you're my girl,
Bitching how we never go on dates.
Thank God I'm good in bed
And a lovable dude,
'Cause I ain't taking you nowhere,
I can't buy myself food.

Unless the dollar menu
Gon' be cool with you.
If that's the case,
I could treat you to a burger or two.
And then we'll go back to the crib, babe,
You know I get it poppin'.
But you are on the pill, right?
I couldn't afford condoms.
(Yeah, my bad.)

I get it in till the sun rise,
But all I got's a dollar twenty five
And I don't even gotta ask why.
'Cause I I I'm so broke.
And I know that it sucks ass,
'Cause I ain't got enough cash.
Shit I ain't even got one mother fucking dollar
At all,
'Cause I'm so broke.

Psh, yeah I'm broke.
But fuck it.
Yah know?
I'm a keep grindin'.
I'm a change that.
You already know.

 

[fox69]

"Imma Star"

"Imma Star"



Yeah
Oh shit, I'm high now
I'm hurt

I thought I told you I'm a star
Whether with a free or written down bars
No jewelry, piece of shit car but that's just Webby
Bitchin' I'm a star

I'm a star bitch
No five points
Just a high white kid rolling up a joint
I run the fucking beat until I pull my groin
Eating competition like some stakes sirloin
All about my coins like a damn pirate
Fuck with my doubloons bitch, you should never try it
If you don't like it, you're probably just bias
'Cause I'll stay flyer than a helicopter pilot
Phone on silent nobody could reach me
Smoking on that piece pipe we're the fucking TP
Cause I come from CT, hold on 203 C
Hold my nothing special but I know where all the weed be
Beep beep rolling up knee deep, king of all the suburbs and they need me

No need for a receipt, you gon' keep me
Caveman flow I've been rapping since the BC
All about my green like the center of the kiwi
Up and outerspace R2D2 C3P
Your girl's facebook creeps me 'cause she wanna meet me
Flow so magic Veni Vidi Vici
No GED kicked out of Hofstra but I still lay it down on that beat proper
Private school hustler weed up in my dockers
'Cause I always stay high on trees like koalas
Give me twenty dollars put it in my wallet
Rowdy on a beat like a motherfucking mosh pit
Oh my gosh it's Webby baby watch it
No holding back when roll a phat
L up I only bomb shit
I'm the bomb bitch, ecstasy pop it
And then I'm rollin' like Otto Rocket
I got it, no hold up I got it
I'm at the summit bitch, you'll never top it
I'm up in here, Webby's always gonna start something
Always coming with the flame like a carved pumpkin
Got your heart thumping and your car bumping
With this music that I'm making, I don't charge nothing
These are all freebies, so don't start man
'Cause I'm all the way more animals that Tarzan
I live in the Bronx zoo so what you gon' do
I'm a mongrel and I will chomp you
Varsity rapper never on the side lines
Rhyme fine 'cause my mind is Einstein times nine
So start understanding my rhymes cause I've been kicking flow
Since the land before time
I'm back up on a beat, did I stutter bitch
Always gonna come with something sick
Anything you did Webby done that shit
I'm the come back kid, you better stand up
That's why the DEA in Nassau wants me handcuffed
You see ya get down and then I land up
Me and my mic are soldiers, the beat commands us
So roll the gram up 'til we're getting superhigh
Y'all are just fake sick like that Ferris Bueller guy
Me I'm the bird flu, do not make me hurt you
'Cause I spit it raw bitch uncooked perdu
I'm a jerk dude and I will burn you
When the moon is up a werewolf is what I turn to
I'm the rapper you should call, look, always chasing after tail like a dog
Woof, paws, hook-line, hit 'em with the sinker
Then skate away bitch, call me Andy brinck-brincker

I'm a star bitch
Well at least in CT
Feeling right
You know, he's droppin' bars
It's what I do
Holla