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Yeeeeaaah, Webby [Hook] I've been going hard, all these years been on the low Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know And they leading my right through those velvet ropes Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in Aww naww, so run and tell your friends It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin [Verse 1] Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight fair I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corned beef And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet 24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used to em You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to be See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed Letras de cancionesAnd now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?" But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap [Hook] [Verse 2] Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon Getting that dough like I started with Tae-Kwon Drinking this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in That Altima, with back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!) Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my window like Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here Then head back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer But that was then, now I'm living differently The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally [Hook] From Letras Mania