(feat. Sam Davies)
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Ea, it's Chris Webby. Yup, CT where you at?
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Check, y'all mother fuckers can hate all the fuck you want.
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You can't stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea.
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[Verse 1:]
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You can't stop my shinin', drop fly rhymin'
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And all day for love of hip hop I'm grindin'
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Grindin' grindin', make sparks and blind em
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Now throw that beat in like it was said so by Simon
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I'm in, tougher than a double black diamond
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Hofstra's Mufasa, watch out for the lion
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I'm just a dog like Bryan, Griffin
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Try and, listen I am, Christian
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Graduated out of a prepped out academy
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Leapt out, instead of a step out done gradually
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That'll be the day I always used to think
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Back having braces and only juice to drink
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My mom's a math teacher my dad plays guitar
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My dog's a Bichon, so I can't act hard
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Only child in the bunch, I been told I'll go mad far
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Fifth grade I said, "Mom I wanna be a rap star! "
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And the whole family was taken aback
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Embracing rap? Is he seriously taking the path
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After a few years of practice I just played em a track
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And now their all dead convinced I'll be famous in fact, cause
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[Chorus x2: Samantha Davies]
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Cause you could try to stop me shinin'
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Or try to hold me down
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But I'm a have to keep on grindin'
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[Verse 2:]
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Every single day I shine bitch, rhyme sick
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I spit, till I can't breathe some one give me the Heimlich
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My waves are seismic, got fly chicks on my dick
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As time ticks, I spit it so hot I change climates
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Cause I'm just a crazy white boy with mad talent
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A Libra believe dog I'm a stay balanced
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With a gallon of liquor within my bladder
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Get higher than six ladders, and rock shows like Mic Jagger
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Badder than anybody that you've ever seen
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Rollin' up that ever green, since way before seventeen
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Got a clever scheme, and I hit em with track power
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Writin' lyrics stayin' up all night like Jack Bauer
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I act louder, and way more belligerent
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Got that keg on tap till I'm killin' it
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Layin' down the rules like a syllabus
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Speaking in gibberish
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Tearing shit down more than a little bit
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Cause I, have the flow and have the rhythm
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That's why shit is coming together like magnetism
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This cat is spittin', separating fact from fiction
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Murdering the crowd with every single rap I've written (I'm nice!)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I ain't a thug from the hood but can't stop my shinin'
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So shoot me nine times gettin' rich, I'll die tryin'
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And then I'll know that you hearin' it
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Cause I won't stop till I'm on top like dessert in the food pyramid
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Period, I'm clever with with
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Cause if Winnie's the Pooh, then Webby's the shit
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White boy murders tracks, leave em restin' in peace
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So I'm a let Sam kill it for the rest of the beat, peace (I'm out)
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Stop Me Shinin'
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Chris Webby |