Chris Webby - I Got Em lyrics

[Hook: Rotimi] You know that I got em baby You know that I got em baby And anybody try to block my shine Take a number and get to the back of the line hey You know that I got em baby You know that I got em baby And anybody that try to step to me Is gonna quickly get sent away [Verse 1:] You see a lot of um are hatin' now Cuz I got my name around Around me, people sayin' that I'm famous now Don't be mad, I worked hard for a kid Wrote a million verses and a multitude of choruses To get to where I'm sittin', now look at where I'm sittin' at Kick my J's up with a drink now I'm sittin' back Lovin' life, feelin' good, tryna keep my head straight Keep the trunk roarin' that tyrannosaurus rex ba** Been a minute now, now it's do or die f** High school, I went to school high Graduated with a rap degree, so me reachin' to the top is how it has to be I'm OE to these poptart daiquiris Nunchucks in my hand and attack a beat (ha) I'm on a God damn rampage, money's goin' up and so's the number on the fan page [Hook] [Verse 2:] I got some very big shoes to fill Cuz I'm aimin' for the title and I shoot to k** Got the iTunes in your whole computer filled Kids be like "Yo dude, Webby's super ill" Is it frat rap? Or is it backpack? But all I really care about is where the cash at I got a dutchie rolled up like a snack wrap I got a biddie by my side and I'mma wax that I'll make my competition sweat with no elliptical The school of new age rap and I'm the principal Chicken with some waffle fries, flow is unforgivable k** it every time I be droppin' a single syllable Gettin a beat and I'm rappin' it ill and I'm back with a sk** you've never seen Knew that I was meant for this when I was only 17 But I'm livin' good now, movin' onto better dreams Rapin' every beat I got and making instrumentals scream [Hook] [Verse 3:] You see I'm hoppin' in the driver seat Pedal to the floor mat Ain't no catchin' up to me VROOOM betta fall back Raw track after raw track is my résumé Make my own music while they spittin' over lemonade Stay messed up with a style to step up Over the competition while they tryin' to catch up Haters s** my left nut, cuz if the good die young I'll be in a body bag by next month Cuz you know that I Got um baby Ain't no mother f**er that could stop um baby So listen to this, I'm k**in' the sh** Rippin it sick, I should be sellin' tickets to this You must've had the game twisted like a licorice stick If you ain't thinkin I was steppin' in here and k**in' the sh** So remember the name maybe take a picture of Chris Before I burn the house down and leave you sizzlin' b*tch (yeah) [Hook]