Master Plan - Chris Webby

Yeah

Webby

Yeah, I’m dropping in like a half pipe (yeah)

And I got my raps tight, better act right (yeah)

Any situation that’s involving that mic

I’m showing up like cum in a black light

Pause, killing it, committed for murder

I spit it hot, hear that sizzle like you flipping a burger

Even as a fucking baby while I’m dribbling Gerber

I have your bitch in a whip like the catalytic converter (skrrt)

And I’m ripping it properly, tell you bitches I’m honestly

The sickest, I gotta be someone you list in mythology

With the gods of the game while I been fulfilling my prophecy

Feel the velocity hitting your body, your chance of living

Is probably very small, I’m a frigging anomaly

independent, individual oddity

Took shots, now they studying my cinematography

Rap prodigy, bitch I’m a commodity, or so they say

Who’s that man with the master plan?

Webby

Enough fans that’ll pack the stands

I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands

So let me go and tell they ass again, I said

Who’s that man with the master plan?

Webby

Who very few are better rappers than

I’m on point like a javelin, I never the

So let me snap again, now turn me up

Yeah, y’all just better quick with the nonsense

Fucking with me is something like kicking a wasp nest

I’m something to see like Big Foot or the Loch Ness

Kill all my competitors, so baby who want next?

(Yeah)

Bitch I’m 'bout to blow, you can call this a bomb threat

Gentrification the way you’re moving these projects

Album after album, I been getting these large checks

And put that dough to work, come and see what my stocks net

If you ain’t in on the Webby train, you shoulda came

We on top, rolling up these pharmaceutical strains (yeah)

I’m so white that you can see the fucking blue in my veins

But what I do with this microphone is a beautiful thing

Getting green like the triangle button on PlayStation

I’m a beast, I ain’t lying or bluffing, if they hating

Let 'em speak, while I fire up the oven, evacuation

Is the only way you could save 'em, I end the conversation, like

Who’s that man with the master plan?

Webby

Enough fans that’ll pack the stands

I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands

So let me go and tell they ass again, I said

Who’s that man with the master plan?

Webby

Who very few are better rappers than

I’m on point like a javelin, I never pass

So let me snap again, now turn me up