F*ck Off - Chris Webby

Some people say I’m famous, tell me that I made it

Some other people never heard of me at all

Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now

I’m just in the middle trying to write these songs

So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir

I’ve been doing this shit way too long

Bout to get my just dues, don’t like it then fuck you

I’m just doing me, you can all fuck off

Check my lyrics up on Rap Genius, I’m a rap genius

Going longer than a fully gassed Prius, bitch I mean it

I’ve been at this shit for years now, where my millions at, Regis?

Got the wheel in my grip, I’m surpassing you backseaters

Til I’m sipping margaritas off the coast of Ibiza

With a bowl full of reefer, eyes low as Khalifa’s

And got two lovely senoritas making home-cooked pizza

And anything we need I throw on the Visa, I’m getting there!

Shit this game ain’t overnight, at least it wasn’t for me

But now I’m varsity and I’m filling the bleachers

Drop a track and now these DJ’s bring it back

Just like a golden retriever

Get on the mic and spit your dopest shit, I know the procedure

Yeah, some people got my lyrics tatted on they skin

Some people read every single Tweet that I send

Some other people still be like «who is he?»

But fuck it man, I’ma keep doing me cause

I’m staying high as Buzz Aldrin

Major Tom can hear me coughing

I’m falling out of gravity («someone help, I think we lost him»)

Hit the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often

Got em yelling like they’re Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston

You critics can’t deny it, shut your mouth and keep it quiet

Now I’m out here getting bread, you’d think I’m on a Subway diet

I do this shit the livest, so yo please don’t kill my vibe, bitch

Or I’m setting off a riot in this bitch, don’t even try it

I’ve been working everyday, I think I need a vacation

And your girl been feeling me just like a TSA agent

So even if you haven’t heard of me, at least she did

And even though that pisses you off, don’t blame me kid!

Some people hate the fact that now I’m on my way

Some people love every fucking word that I say

Some other people still be like «who is he?»

But fuck it man, I’ma keep doing me cause