[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah
Pretty lights
I'm just tryna do me, you know
Everybody tells me to do this, do that
But I just keep it moving, you know
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
The life I was living is now finally moving
Tryna map out my movements, make a new blueprint
But I got a good feeling now
Touch down, feet leaving the ground, hit 'em with sound
Tryna figure out where my life is headed
Fortune and fame's a step away so I gotta get it
Hope I don't regret it, but I guess we'll see
In the industry tryna do me
C (See) H to the R I S
Gotta try hard I guess
With every bar I let, outta my mouth
I got people to impress
Tryna stay true to me
But at the end of the day I need a check
I can't live at my parents house forever
Broke as fuck, life could be so much better
Everybody tells me that I'm talented and clever
But I still got nothing to show for my endeavors
This is what I live, this is what I breathe
Without hip-hop, there'd be no me
I may have no budget, but fuck it
I don't do it for that, I do it cause I love it
Tryna get the game wrapped up man
It's all I got, no backup plan
These other kids do it for the iTunes cash
I give it to you for free, it's all love like that
And anybody running they mouth saying they nicer
Will shut the fuck up when they step into my Cypher
Dope word writer
On point like the bullet of a sniper
Future looks brighter, still got work to do
Everyday's a grind
Yesterday was theirs, but today is mine
So every time I lay a rhyme, I know this is what I'm meant for, shit'll be fine
Yeah
Pretty lights
I'm just tryna do me, you know
Everybody tells me to do this, do that
But I just keep it moving, you know
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
The life I was living is now finally moving
Tryna map out my movements, make a new blueprint
But I got a good feeling now
Touch down, feet leaving the ground, hit 'em with sound
Tryna figure out where my life is headed
Fortune and fame's a step away so I gotta get it
Hope I don't regret it, but I guess we'll see
In the industry tryna do me
C (See) H to the R I S
Gotta try hard I guess
With every bar I let, outta my mouth
I got people to impress
Tryna stay true to me
But at the end of the day I need a check
I can't live at my parents house forever
Broke as fuck, life could be so much better
Everybody tells me that I'm talented and clever
But I still got nothing to show for my endeavors
This is what I live, this is what I breathe
Without hip-hop, there'd be no me
I may have no budget, but fuck it
I don't do it for that, I do it cause I love it
Tryna get the game wrapped up man
It's all I got, no backup plan
These other kids do it for the iTunes cash
I give it to you for free, it's all love like that
And anybody running they mouth saying they nicer
Will shut the fuck up when they step into my Cypher
Dope word writer
On point like the bullet of a sniper
Future looks brighter, still got work to do
Everyday's a grind
Yesterday was theirs, but today is mine
So every time I lay a rhyme, I know this is what I'm meant for, shit'll be fine
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