I Got 'Em

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

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

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

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)

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