Master Plan Chris Webby

[Intro]
Yeah, Webby

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm dropping in like a half pipe (Yeah)
And I got my raps tight, better act right (Yeah)
Any situation that's involving that mic
I'm showing up like cum in a black light
Pause, killing it, committed for murder
I spit it hot, hear that sizzle like you flipping a burger
Even as a fucking baby while I'm dribbling Gerber
I have your bitch in a whip like the catalytic converter (Skrrt)
And I'm ripping it properly, tell you bitches I'm honestly
The sickest, I gotta be someone you list in mythology
With the gods of the game while I been fulfilling my prophecy
Feel the velocity hitting your body, your chance of living
Is probably very small, I'm a friggin' anomaly
Illest and independent, individual oddity
Took shots, now they studying my cinematography
Rap prodigy, bitch I'm a commodity, or so they say...

[Chorus]
Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!)
Enough fans that'll pack the stands
I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands
So let me go and tell they ass again, I said
Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!)
Who very few are better rappers than
I'm on point like a javelin, I never pass, Durant
So let me snap again, now turn me up