Chris Webby - Friend Like Me lyrics

Yeah, Webby Never had a friend like me [Verse 1:] Yeah It’s that big bad wolf ‘Bout to blow your f**in’ house down With a quarter pound in my trunk on the south-bound You can smell me comin’ as I’m whippin’ it around town Weed so loud that I’m smokin’ in surround sound Had ‘em hooked since I shook Dat Piff No one handin’ me the keys so I took that sh** With Latarian Milton doin’ some hood rat sh** On my hustlin’ flow I’m a whoop that trick Got Henny in me and rollin’ with plenty bitties And home town p**y I call it Connetic-Kitty As animated as Ren & Stimpy, so clever and witty You’ll need a certain level of intelligence to get me Gimmie gimmie, everything that you got Everything in your wallet and that ring with the watch There really ain’t no coming at the king for the spot That’s like stepping in the ring with The Rock [Chorus] It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon’ be Oil in my pen burn it down low key Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed You ain’t never had a friend like me (You ain’t never had a friend like me) In it to the end like me No matter what the end might be Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed You ain’t never had a friend like me (You ain’t never had a friend like me) [Verse 2:] Got a strong bloodline, I was born a leader People bumping my music from here to North Korea To Argentina, fans be lining up outside my concert Like the ticket to my show was a court subpoena Yeah I get it up on it like EMT paramedics No anaesthetics phonetic, energetic with alphabetics I’m spreadin’ the f**ing vibe like a pathogen epidemic While I’m sippin’ my unleaded and puffin the devil’s lettuce I’m a menice in my whip indicia vapin’ Sippin’ whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement Feel my inner Simba awaken The prince in the makin’ My idea of vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps So I’m ‘bout to tell a night gap I run my lane take a step or five back If you forget the rest then just memorize that ‘Cause at any second Webby might snap [Chorus] [Verse 3:] It’s like: I was made up in a lab or something The way I hit ‘em with these raps in the tracks you bumpin’ They say I sound like I’m Eminem’s rabid cousin Who’s still on d**, f** it I’m on acid buggin’ I’m pa** ’n puffin’ the loud packed pa**ed my limit I snap and k** it, my syllables are mad explicit Take my enemies and k** ‘em on a ma**ive sk**et And as for critics I covered them in gas and lit it I’m back you b**hes (I’m back) And the crown on my head stay Get on your knees, bow down to your Sensei (Bow down to your Sensei) It’s like I’m f**in’ Christina Ricci the way I put it down on a Wednesday Yeah, Addam’s family sh** Always on my hustle ‘cause nobody handin’ me sh** All I’ve got is intuition and a plan to get rich And when I do the f**in’ planet will flip Yeah [Chorus]