Chris Webby - Fine Wine lyrics

I wrote this sh** for Flex to drop a bomb on it It’s over when I’m on it Static bring it back with a scratch, and throw fire on it I got five on it Unless it’s that chronic, I got a dime on it Everything the light touches is sayin mine on it Slide on it like a water park, ride on it Acid in my headband, kiss the sky on it Treating beats like John Belushi Countertops with all these lines on it Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it I’m an animal on everything like echo shirts Try to follow my every rhyme, and your head’ll hurt The way I write, I consider it academic work An extra terrestrial being that was sent to earth Just a kick in the doors Deliver you more rhymes than you could ever write Plus they’re slicker than yours Don’t wanna co-sign me? cool Someone give me the torch and imma sit up on my throne like the king of the north Rockin Tim’s with the tongue out Smoke till I bug out Night crawlin on em, never see me when the sun out Rookie of the year, lighting bogies in the dugout So try to find your balance, I’m about to pull the rug out, yeah So you better get the f** out here Words hazey in my mind but they come out clear All these metaphors I got, I’ll never run out I’m bout to pitch a shut out I’ll come at anyone out here So b**h you better keep your head low Do it side I said so, retro Reppin for New England like I’m Bledsoe Can’t afford a Benz, so I’m riding on the metro Arm out the window, flipping birdies like a pet-co Yo See Web the one your lady look for Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more Yank a cop up out his drivers seat full force (I need back up here, get the f** off me!) Call it pulled pork Was just a myspace rapper, till I broke through Made a little money, and I blew it with my whole crew Used to pop molly every week, I was so loose Brain full of holes, just like Sunny at the toll booth Left that bullsh** in the past, and went Goku Super Sayan till I got a mansion with a dope view sh** this beat is cold, juice Got that fresh produce Turn the studio into a wholefoods So sh** you better get a medical check I’m so sick, when I spit Every syllable I said will infect your whole body Immune system sensing a threat It’s imminent, yes My excellence ahead of the rest Untouchable, like Elliot Nest See Webby fines I’m benching, negative press While I’m flexing my chest A super human mutant, go give my genetics a test My life’s a never ending segment of that Edelman catch I’m Tesla with some Edison meshed together, and bet There ain’t no mother f**in way that I’ll be second to best Cause imma settle every settlement, won’t settle for less The top soil and the sediments, the scent of my breath Been underground But imma dig the f** up now Bout to show em what the f**s up now, yeah I’ve been underground But imma dig the f** up now Bout to show em what the f**s up Fine Wine baby Time keeps on ticking We can’t worry bout those minutes leaving I’m grown up and I’m living decent But I’m gonna touch the sky Time goes by Keeps on ticking away But I’m only getting better, said I’m getting better with age Fine wine baby