Chris Webby

Chris Webby - Not Like Me lyrics

rate me

You and me on a ghost rider, you’re not like me

If you chock up and you read this safer

You’re not like me

If you ain’t constantly dropping fire

You’re not like me, no, no dude, you’re not like

See whapping, dig and the game like shako

Way before I even had no deal

From to the first car til my bad mobile

And think damn really you will rap your feel ?

And standing this guys so low?

I don’t even know, they selling on shows

And rap about nothing and so now we are regular jokes

Pics up and mic and they think they the flow

Wait all you gotta do it’s get a couple ass

Let’s talk about ass, and tides and cash

Hmm that doesn’t sound hard

You know what man? Fuck that

They get a left pack whit a pow to spark

It’s been sucking wet then next thing smash

Hitting number one with the same old trash

The last too big then we calling waw

What else can I do but say fuck it

I’m really not mad at the rapper for making

But I get mad of the people how keep up the …

Buy into this garbage and Itunes and paper with

So what if you really wanna save hip hop better take your pick

Either support was real I gave you some old shit

So many people try to do it

But I keep up with the names

Just to bunch a couple copies, the shit is all the same

But regardless of many rapper in the game

All I know is that I promise one thing

They not like me

They not like me

They not like me

They not like me

No matter where the hands on a clock might be

It’s my time so check up on your watch my G

All I need is your choice so you stop right here

Fuck sweat, I’mma show you that they’re not like me

Apparently wet, you’re rappers are wet

All that I’m hearing is stuck up some cash

Stripper and bottles and fats and some vans

How’s fucking buying this place

From giving you something new what shit I do

I ain’t never be seen by a kid like you

Any dumb I do with an attitude

Hey yo, I met you, check my shoes

I’mma just do it

Do what I do, making this music

Drinking my bols, smoking my butta

Shit I’m the truth, fuck all you boomers

Fuck what you doing, really what happened?

Only here for the people how rapping

Nobody is worry about being dope on a mic

They focus and doing

Your lean no Mc, you only bout that life you just falling

So I’ll be saying to remind you something

People try to do and I can keep up with the name

Just to bunch a couple copies and the shit is all the same

But regardless of many rapper in the game

All I know is that I promise one thing

They not like me

They not like me

They not like me

They not like me

They not like me , na, na, na, na

They not like me

They not like me , na, na, na, na

They not like me

They not like me , na, na, na, na

They not like me

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