[Verse 1 Spose] I used to have work clothes, looking like I rolled in a dirt road Boss was in jerkmode now I got fans in the first row Used to blaze two in a prelude With my eyes all glassy like a spacesuit Spittin, gettin pissy like a drug test Sippin on a blood red Bud Hev But Im the best on the beats, its destined to be S to the P, O to the S to the E Emceed, got cash for my speech I never went to sleep without grass in my cleats I been earning a permanent place and Im taking it passionately But my biceps are looking like Avril Lavignes I rep for Maine rap, Im yet to change that Sweat where my taint at, yep, the same cat Jizzing on her vertebrae the way I came back If he aint wack, he must have Spizzy on the name tag I been spittin what the citizens livin And my vision isnt primitive, is it? Its like visitin When I deliver uninhibited rivetin images Of villagers children, I got definitive scribblin Opponents groaning when Im holding paper I think theyre unfamiliar with my nomenclature All these hating thug rappers give me love after And my raps attract biters like a bug zapper [Hook Spose Chris Webby] They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to do this rap shit Kept my head up and looked right past it And I dont know about you But I know I wanna do what I love And Ima do it till the day that Im done They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to live this life So Im just making sure Im living it right And I dont know about you But Ima keep my trees rolled up At the top, looking down like, What!? [Verse 2 Chris Webby] You can find me posted up as a trace, and I stay in the cut Fat dutch with my hand on my nuts Wear a watch just cause, I dont look at it much Shit, I dont slap a the bass, yo, Im never in a rush get it? Just a stoner, no college diploma But got a jar thats full of sour with a godly aroma Got a load of bullshit I gotta deal with on the daily Success is a motherfuckin double edged blade, B Thats how it is, just a matter of fact Im a humble dude, yo, I just happen to rap And I do it to the fullest, whats the matter with that? Shit, I put the work in, let me gather my stacks Shouts to Maine, OOB From the 207 to the 203 Doing me, kicks clean when I step up in the scene Fucking with me? In your dreams! Bitch, Webby! [Hook Spose Chris Webby] They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to do this rap shit Kept my head up and looked right past it And I dont know about you But I know I wanna do what I love And Ima do it till the day that Im done They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to live this life So Im just making sure Im living it right And I dont know about you But Ima keep my trees rolled up At the top, looking down like, What!? [Verse 3 Spose] I met some snakes in the apple like the first couple Burned in that kerfuffle, learned the ropes and turnbuckles So not to burst bubbles, but you must be wylin If you think I will be silent like the word subtle I risked 100,000 on Spose, bros If youre not all in on you, you oughta fold Hunkered in my bunker tryna get it Until Im lightheaded as spelunkers in a crevice I got crowds yelling back like were bickering Because I spit the shit thats sicker than a chick whos sniffling The formulas a simple thing, you get the tickets, sit, and then you sip a drink I spit the hits that get you tickled pink around the nipple ring Let me show you where Maine is Im from the pines, got lines like a flamebroiled angus I slang language, been sellin it from the genesis Be ready cause Im heavy as Webby in the Connecticut Scene, but by L.L. Bean, they said IN YOUR DREAMS [Hook Spose Chris Webby] Would I ever get to do this rap shit Kept my head up and looked right past it And I dont know about you But I know I wanna do what I love And Ima do it till the day that Im done They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to live this life So Im just making sure Im living it right And I dont know about you But Ima keep my trees rolled up At the top, looking down like, What!?
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