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chris webby - last wednesday (intro) lyrics

[intro]
all due respect
you got no f_ckin’ idea what it’s like to be number one
every decision you make affects every facet of every other f_ckin’ thing
it’s too much to deal with, almost
and in the end you’re completely alone with it all

[verse 1]
i been on my sh_t (yeah)
i been on my sh_t
thought i would’ve lost my grip but the shots don’t miss (pow_pow)
so, i gotta watch my six when they come for me like john wick
never called in sick (nah)
never called in sick
got a z_pack in, my backpack to mix
with the cocaine dust and adderall script
now i’m gassed up, let me let it rip
yeah, the boy don’t slip (nah_nah)
nah, the boy don’t slip
only take headshots that turn to red mist (pow)
only got raw thoughts up on the checklist
and i went all in with the chips and then i got rich (yeah)
finally got rich, only took a lifetime of grindin’ like this
now i’m f_ckin’ thirty_six and tired as i sit
on a throne with the cage i built around it, like f_ck
i don’t know who i could trust (ah)
hate this game but i love that rush
all the labels say that i talk too much so it’s under the rug i’m brushed
but i never gave up (nah_nah)
it just made me tough
been fifteen years, never lost my touch
same ol’ webb, just a little grown up
and still not givin’ one f_ck
if i went satanic, sh_t, i’d get signed to atlantic
and blow up all over the planet
but my name is christian, the devil can’t stand it
soul not for sale, they tried but couldn’t land it
now i’m shadowbanned across the whole game
’cause i got no master holdin’ my chain
they limit my reach, throw dirt on my name
they say that i’ve changed but i’m still the same
motherf_cker that i was when i started out
i’m just a little smarter now, by all accounts
and made a fortune from a small amount
i’d have more if i didn’t keep callin’ out
all the fake sh_t, all the whack sh_t, all the g_y sh_t
goin’ on at diddy’s house down in the bas_m_nt
most of hollywood’s compromised but i’m not and that makes me dangerous
but when i say this
it isn’t just all entertainment (entertainment)
i’m puttin’ myself in the line of fire against a system that’s not to be played with (played with)
this sh_t is as simple as good versus evil so f_ck all the views and engagement (engagement)
’cause speakin’ the truth often comes at a cost and trust me i’ve been makin’ my payments
but i know why, it’s so i’m okay with (okay with)
bein’ this hated (hated) all ’cause i’m honest (honest)
so f_ck bein’ famous (famous)
i know what my lane is (lane is) and i got this
yeah, i’ve spoken out and been punished for it
and i’ve lost some fans in the process (process)
but the more they hate me the less i care and that’s progress (progress)
f_ck y’all, man (f_ck y’all, man)
[bridge]
you know, you don’t love me anymore
well, that breaks my heart but it’s too f_ckin’ bad
’cause you don’t gotta love me
but you will respect me

[verse 2]
royalty (yeah)
godd_mn right, i’m underground royalty (woo)
in this game got a claim to my name, that’s underground royalty
that’s right, rap royalty
uh, yeah, okay_okay
’cause see, i’m back to get ’em
back to back with the raps i’ve written
the radioactive blaster, the map we live in
i say it loud enough for people in the back to listen
long before the apps and the algorithm
was tellin’ you what to listen to on the apple watch
sit back and watch a pro, so i’ma pass the rock
i’m kratos, grab the axe to stab and slash
until the gods lie flat like ragnarok (grrr)
’cause i’m a god k!ller, f_ckin’ monster
the sh_t that godzilla runs from when the war drums
got nearer, fear the fallout like i’m locked out of the vault
whether all critics gettin’ logged off when i’m off
in this mind_state, with a rhyme rate that defies fate
ride straight through the h_llfire with a blind date
one of the greats and sold weight on the mysp_ce
with the mixtapes, got ’em hooked, now they live bait
f_ck all the rules
i still be goin’ like there’s somethin’ to prove
i keep that hunger when i’m up in the booth (rah)
so no matter what i contained in the back of my brain
i still wake up every mornin’ like i got nothin’ to lose
with the word play, i’m a master, i’m a sensei
king of the underground, so f_ck what your friends say
and here we all are at the end day
let’s gather ’round for one last wednesday
[outro]
if you’re lucky you’ll remember the little moments like this
that were good, cheers

- chris webby

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