Cancion : Until I Die
Artista : Chris Webby
Album : There Goes The Neighborhood
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-until-i-die-de-chris-webby


[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I started in the game on the grind and I still am
All of it off a sweat on my back without a deal man
Spit it real, and treat em like protected areas in Alaska
Cause they about to know the drill man
So fuckin' illy that I got to pop a pill again
Adderall XR 20 or 30 milligrams
Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
Regardless of my fuckin' heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
Rappin' rapidly ain't nobody be lappin' me
Jackie Joyner-Kersee 26 paces in back of me
An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not givin' a fuck and livin' lavishly
On the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
Toss me on an island like fuckin' Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty
Running Connecticut, shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
Successful in one way or an other cause grammatically
They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
Got the fuckin' Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone show me where the casket be

[Hook: Daniel Zavaro]
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Nobody fuckin' with my flow man
Modern day Conan, swords swingin' in both hands
Hip-Hop is all I know man
Bang bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin' Slow Jam
Keep grindin' til the day that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the fuck down, Franky Roosevelt
With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and I'm treatin' all of my soldiers well
My fans know I won't give rhymin' a rest
And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
All you lame fucks gettin' pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
Shane Mosley with punches fuckin' your face up
Eatin' at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up

[Hook x2]


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