Chris Webby - Imma Star Lyrics
YeahOh shit, I'm high nowI'm hurtI thought I told you I'm a starWhether with a free or written down barsNo jewelry, piece of shit car but that's just Webby*****in' I'm a starI'm a star *****No five pointsJust a high white kid rolling up a jointI run the *****ing beat until I pull my groinEating competition like some stakes sirloinAll about my coins like a damn pirate***** with my doubloons *****, you should never try itIf you don't like it, you're probably just bias'Cause I'll stay flyer than a helicopter pilotPhone on silent nobody could reach meSmoking on that piece pipe we're the *****ing TPCause I come from CT, hold on 203 CHold my nothing special but I know where all the weed beBeep beep rolling up knee deep, king of all the suburbs and they need meNo need for a receipt, you gon' keep meCaveman flow I've been rapping since the BCAll about my green like the center of the kiwiUp and outerspace R2D2 C3PYour girl's facebook creeps me 'cause she wanna meet meFlow so magic Veni Vidi ViciNo GED kicked out of Hofstra but I still lay it down on that beat properPrivate school hustler weed up in my dockers'Cause I always stay high on trees like koalasGive me twenty dollars put it in my walletRowdy on a beat like a mother*****ing mosh pitOh my gosh it's Webby baby watch itNo holding back when roll a phatL up I only bomb shitI'm the bomb *****, ecstasy pop itAnd then I'm rollin' like Otto RocketI got it, no hold up I got itI'm at the summit *****, you'll never top itI'm up in here, Webby's always gonna start somethingAlways coming with the flame like a carved pumpkinGot your heart thumping and your car bumpingWith this music that I'm making, I don't charge nothingThese are all freebies, so don't start man'Cause I'm all the way more animals that TarzanI live in the Bronx zoo so what you gon' doI'm a mongrel and I will chomp youVarsity rapper never on the side linesRhyme fine 'cause my mind is Einstein times nineSo start understanding my rhymes cause I've been kicking flowSince the land before timeI'm back up on a beat, did I stutter *****Always gonna come with something sickAnything you did Webby done that shitI'm the come back kid, you better stand upThat's why the DEA in Nassau wants me handcuffedYou see ya get down and then I land upMe and my mic are soldiers, the beat commands usSo roll the gram up 'til we're getting superhighY'all are just fake sick like that Ferris Bueller guyMe I'm the bird flu, do not make me hurt you'Cause I spit it raw ***** uncooked perduI'm a jerk dude and I will burn youWhen the moon is up a werewolf is what I turn toI'm the rapper you should call, look, always chasing after tail like a dogWoof, paws, hook-line, hit 'em with the sinkerThen skate away *****, call me Andy brinck-brinckerI'm a star *****Well at least in CTFeeling rightYou know, he's droppin' barsIt's what I doHolla
