(It's JP on da Track)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah, I'm feelin' like a Hip-Hop legend
When I'm steppin' in the session
Only time I lift this mic's to be the best in my profession
Only time I see a rival's when I'm checkin' my reflection
Anytime I see my rival I say "Damn, that kid is handsome."
I ain't never been no thug
I use this pencil as a weapon
And when I get to writin', you'll need medical attention
All these loyal listeners is what I measure my success in
But in the conversation I don't ever get a mention
But it's cool, I paid my dues
And to my fans, I'm still that dude
I get no press, but I make my moves
And I own my music unlike you
And I seen a bunch of these rappers that seem to be bubblin' faster
But they don't be stackin' like Webby be stackin'
I follow my pub in a master's
I'm doublin' up while they hustlin' backwards
I'm just one of hundreds of rappers
But now I have carved my own lane, that I'm livin' in brilliant rugged, resilient, flippin' middle fingers up to the system
So fuck your opinion!
Sippin' my whiskey with a little skinny bitty, with a butt that's Brazilian
And got a pretty Sicilian up in my kitchen that's cooking and servin' me chicken
And that's just perks of the job I guess, but I digress
Cause I am just
So out of here that I'm Elon Musk
In a full space suit with a flight to catch
You never seen a sight so fresh
When I jump on stage and I do my thing
Built my castle now I'm king, kiss the ring
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