I started in the game on the grind and I still am
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All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man
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Spit it real, and treat em like protected areas in Alaska
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Cause they about to know the drill man
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So fuckin' illy that I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
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X all 20 or 30 milligrams
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Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
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Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
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Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
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All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
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Regardless of my fuckin' heritage and nationality
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I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
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Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
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Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
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An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
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Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishly
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On the go hard diet I burn calories
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Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
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I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
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Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
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Toss me on an island like fuckin' Survivor casted me
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And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty
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Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
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And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
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Successful in one way or an other cus grammatically
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They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
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Got the fuckin' Grim Reaper coming after me
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The good die young someone show me where the casket be
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I keep on moving forward
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With my head held high
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I do this shit forever or at least until I die
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Ain't no use in stopping
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I got nothing left to hide
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I do this shit forever
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You couldn't stop me if you tried
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Nobody fuckin' with my flow man
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Modern day Comanche swords swinging in both hands
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Hip hop is all I know man dank
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Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin' Slow Jam
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Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
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Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky Roosevelt
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With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
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Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers well
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My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
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And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
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I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
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Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
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All you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
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I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
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Shane Mosley with punches fuckin' your face up
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Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up
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I keep on moving forward
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With my head held high
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I do this shit forever or at least until I die
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Ain't no use in stopping
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I got nothing left to hide
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I do this shit forever
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You couldn't stop me if you tried
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I keep on moving forward
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With my head held high
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I do this shit forever or at least until I die
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Ain't no use in stopping
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I got nothing left to hide
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I do this shit forever
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You couldn't stop me if you tried
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Until I Die
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Chris Webby |