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Yeah, Webster See I've been quiet for a minute, Now these b*tches think that I lost my sound Everybody chill, I've been getting my business off the ground Finally successful, but to you that means I sold out? Well f*ck it, let's remind these people so there's really no doubts Webby's still the beast that he's always been, and I rap hard So check my WiFi signal yo, I still got mad bars Whippin' like it's NASCAR, still no one can touch me All you f*ckin' pound puppies never stepping to a husky Repping for Connecticut, stomping on you midgets Smoking weed, taking pills, f*ck it where the whipits? No one can ever do it like I did it Spit so big you gotta right click it, scroll down and zip it I'm Santa Claus's misfit rolling with a thick b*tch Rappers out here ollieing, me I triple kick flip Murder any beat and leave the listeners to witness Jason Statham even scared to put my name up on his hit list I watch these record labels all assemble the full Rise terrible rappers whose skill levels are questionable They have a hit single or two then disappear into obscurity Me? I paid my dues that's why these motherf*ckers heard of me Haters getting madder now, wishing I would beat it All because I f*cked they girl on the top of my Tempur-Pedic Sprinkle sugar on the bible - sweet Jesus Punchline pros leaving rappers with they teeth chipped Webby been a genius, like I told 'em previous Usain Bolt on the track can't compete with this The state of hip hop now is straight tragic Turn the radio on, what do you know - some more wack sh*t Except for a select few, cause if you're nice, then you're nice You got bars? Salute, I respect you Cause half of these cats raping nowadays are from a test tube A puppet to the label that they're soon to be in debt to Me? I'm f*cking meant for this Downloaded and rendered it Really in the game now, I'm through with my apprentice sh*t Kids these days don't even listen to the sentences They bumping Gucci but don't even know who Jimi Hendrix is Cranking Drake songs while they're cruising in their mom's jeep But never heard of Big L, Rakim, or Mobb Deep (f*ck that) That's why I'm here to spit crack Kids blowing up without paying homage to the legends, I ain't with that This sh*t is crazy man, it's depressing really The game is smoke and mirrors never let deception get me I keep my guard up so if they come and step to Chris These wannabe rappers about to get ate like it's 7:50 Nobodies diss me? F*ck so what? They just want me to use their name so that their buzz goes up So keep yapping it, pretending we got personal beef Like I'm gonna lose sleep? Sh*t I never even heard of you B We took some BIG and some Pac and we mixed it up in a pot And Eminem is what we got so is it really a shock That now another Caucasian rapper sticks out of the flock That's got the lyrical capacity to level a block I'm still chilling playing Nintendo Faded off the Benzos F*cking these hoes, you just stuck up in the friend zone Your girl texting me, ending with an XO F*ck your Emojis, let me see them breasts yo I'm Lou Ferrigno, about to Hulk smash this Webby the pick of the letter like digging for cat sh*t Trying to be a rapper nowadays is on some fad sh*t Youngins' getting tatted hopin' they'll be in them mad kicks Thinking all you gotta do is learn a couple rap tricks Buy some snapbacks and mad kicks to get your swag sick Make a YouTube account, voila that's it The next big thing overnight like magic But Katniss, only the strong survive here Listen dear, like the Hunger Games every single year People rise to the occasion or they fumble it's clear The only guarantee is that you'll see the death of some careers Been on my underdog sh*t for awhile No more white kids popping up jocking my style Then I'm still unsigned Staying hungry on the grind Now I've been rapping longer than some of the fans I got have been alive now Lie down cause I'll be coming for you if you steppin' to me It's my time now You cannot interfere with this sh*t it was destined to be Reppin' the C.T. New England sh*t Tri-state too we bring it b*tch Stuck within this game when most people would rather sing than spit Can you believe this sh*t? The game's f*cked man Cause all these people only in it for the buck man Another mixtape, all are free Cause when Webby's in the booth you know it's bars on me |