| Yeah, Webby
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| Never had a friend like me
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| Yeah
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| It’s that big bad wolf
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| 'Bout to blow your fuckin' house down
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| With a quarter pound in my trunk on the south-bound
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| You can smell me comin' as I’m whippin' it around town
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| Weed so loud that I’m smokin' in surround sound
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| Had 'em hooked since I shook Dat Piff
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| No one handin' me the keys so I took that shit
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| With Latarian Milton doin' some hood rat shit
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| On my hustlin' flow I’m a whoop that trick
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| Got Henny in me and rollin' with plenty bitties
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| And home town pussy I call it Connetic-Kitty
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| As animated as Ren &Stimpy, so clever and witty
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| You’ll need a certain level of intelligence to get me
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| Gimmie gimmie, everything that you got
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| Everything in your wallet and that ring with the watch
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| There really ain’t no coming at the king for the spot
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| That’s like stepping in the ring with The Rock
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| It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon' be
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| Oil in my pan burn it down low key
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| Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
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| You ain’t never had a friend like me
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| (You ain’t never had a friend like me)
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| In it to the end like me
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| No matter what the end might be
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| Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
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| You ain’t never had a friend like me
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| (You ain’t never had a friend like me)
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| Got a sworn bloodline, I was born a leader
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| People bumping my music from here to North Korea
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| To Argentina, fans be lining up outside my concert
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| Like the ticket to my show what’s a court subpoena
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| Yeah I get it up on it like EMT paramedics
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| No anesthetics, phonetic energetic with alphabetics
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| I’m spreadin' the fucking vibe like a pathogen epidemic
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| While I’m sippin' my unleaded and puffin the devil’s lettuce
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| I’m a menice in my whip indicia vapin'
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| Sippin' whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement
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| Feel my inner Simba awaken
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| The prince in the makin'
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| My ideals of vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps
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| So I’m 'bout to tell a night gap
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| I run my lane take a step or five back
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| If you forget the rest then just memorize that
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| 'Cause at any second Webby might snap
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| It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon' be
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| Oil in my pan burn it down low key
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| Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
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| You ain’t never had a friend like me
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| (You ain’t never had a friend like me)
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| In it to the end like me
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| No matter what the end might be
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| Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
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| You ain’t never had a friend like me
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| (You ain’t never had a friend like me)
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| It’s like: I was made up in a lab or something
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| The way I hit 'em with these raps in the tracks you bumpin'
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| They say I sound like I’m Eminem’s rabid cousin
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| Who’s still on drugs, fuck it I’m on acid buggin'
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| I’m pass 'n puffin' the loud packed passed my limit
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| I snap and kill it, my syllables I’m mad explicit
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| Take my enemies and kill 'em on a massive skillet
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| And as for critics I covered them in gas and lit it
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| I’m back you bitches (I'm back)
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| And the crown on my head stay
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| Get on your knees, bow down to your Sensei
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| (Bow down to your Sensei)
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| It’s like I’m fuckin' Christina Ricci the way I put it down on a Wednesday
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| Yeah, Addam’s family shit
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| Always on my hustle 'cause nobody handin' me shit
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| All I’ve got is intuiting and a plan to get rich
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| And when I do the fuckin' planet will flip
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| Yeah
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| It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon' be
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| Oil in my pan burn it down low key
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| Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
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| You ain’t never had a friend like me
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| (You ain’t never had a friend like me)
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| In it to the end like me
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| No matter what the end might be
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| Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
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| You ain’t never had a friend like me
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| (You ain’t never had a friend like me) |