The Stickup Chris Webby (Ft. Skrizzly Adams)

[Chorus: Skrizzly Adams]
See, time goes by, but I swear that it's stalling
I've had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I've been praying for the calling
Chips all in
Steal the game
Steal the game

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Na-na-nah hold the phone
All those years I rode alone
Weight of the world on my shoulder bones
(knock-knock-knock-knock-knock)
But it feels like no one's home
I been on the same shit (on the same shit)
Going through these changes (through these changes)
But I haven't seen a change-up on my credit statements
Everyone walked all over me (all over me)
And I let 'em
Let the wrong people get close to me (get close to me)
But I learned my lesson
And they left me here with these broken dreams (with these broken dreams)
So I swept 'em
And this dustpan in my one hand
While the other one's grippin' a weapon
Through the depression, self-reflection
Poor training, and misdirection
From coaches I put my trust in
But fuck 'em I'll never sweat 'em
I promise I'll never let you
Pass the position I currently live in
I'm lapping you in my sweatsuit
Hand the baton right over the line
I'm leaving this bitch with a medal (with a medal)
I want gold, silver, yeah all of that
In that back room with that black mask
I'll take that
Yeah, ASAP
Don't make a move, don't say shit
Just lay flat, cooperate and this'll only take a minute (only take a minute)
That's just the cost of winning (ha-ha)