Chris Webby Elbow Grease
[Verse]
This that Northeast hoodie shit
Timb boots with the tongue out
That winter cold live in our soul
Takin' the tough route
The type of breed y'all never seen
And don't know nothin' 'bout
A roughhouse and smack the f..ckin' flavor out your dumb mouth
Rappers talkin' like they string a bell
They just strung out
The drugs I buy for personal usage will stress the plug out
You think you pitchin' weight?
Then f..ck, I'm pitchin' a shutout
I'm Darryl Strawberry, gator tails in the dugout
I've struck out and played my cards wrong 'til I bust out
But still, I got back on my feet when they pulled the rug out
Livin' in the game full of snakes, tryna luck out
And Shang Tsung women sniffin' for souls to suck out
It's rough out this way for prey
You better duck out
Step up in these woods and leave draggin' a buck out
Or end up as the buck on the roof when they pull the truck out
And then we'll see your taxidermied head up on a hung mount
Yeah, you featherweight
Motherfuckers gettin' plucked out
I'll choke these chicken rappers
They can't even get a cluck out
White kid up in the cypher
I always stuck out
School shooter vibe when I would pull them verbal guns out
Yeah, essential business, I'm in it until I run out
The shit that I could say but 'til then I'm buggin' the f..ck out
I'm here to leave a mark on the game y'all can't scrub out
An underground legend, f..ck clout
[Chorus]
It just took a little elbow grease
But I've been f..ckin' around
And now they wonderin' how
I keep it rockin' like the same ol' me
Thought I was down for the count and so they counted me out
But look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
Thought I was down for the count and so they counted me out
But look at me now
