Chris Webby – Humble Giant

Yeah, Webby

I’m colder than cold, I’m frozen in place
Ice forming on my skin like I’m floating in space
Pull the evidence up, go and roll ’em in tape
See, I’m that microphone killer get to closing the case
Shit, I’m a beast really haven’t you heard?
My stock been on the rise, there ain’t no way that y’all can flatten the curve
The best in the burbs, kill ’em with the baddest of words
Own the masters to my music ain’t a master I serve
I’ve been working on my business acumen, this shit is valuable
I’m Italian, running rackets comes natural
Multicolored money when I’m moving international
Hold my shifty, all I do is make capital
Holy mackerel, Webby back up on the rapping
Tip and refill the script for the addys in the cabinet
Student of the game, I’m a fucking post graduate
Protagonist, every beat I’m toe tagging it

Yeah, so listen up when I’m fucking rhyming
Yeah I do it for the love, I ain’t publicizing
My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying
What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant
Yeah, independent but the money still rising
I built an empire, and I’m just summarizing
My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying
What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant

The haters will say that I’m not on
Let my money talk for me, shit I don’t even respond
That’s a point that I’m beyond, let ’em gossip what they want
My new crib got not one, but two koi ponds
So many square feet I’ll need a mathematician
To help me furnish every room up in the pad I live in
You say it’s baller what I’m spitting, I’m just talking what I’m living
I run out motherfucking breath walking to my kitchen
My only neighbors are the woodland creatures
I got retainers for my cooks and cleaners
Better learn your lesson, because Webby’s that suburban legend
Who’s got the game in the bag like a murder weapon
In the evidence room, never assume
Or I’ll juke in Duke Nuqum ’till they rest in a tomb
Hit ’em year after year like perennials bloom
Been a beast since the womb on a fucking full moon
I transform and shift through metamorphosis
Sword grip so, you don’t want a war with this
Got a pill in each hand I’m on that Morpheus
And travel to interdimensional coordinates
I’m on my Tour de shit, let the rabbit get exhausted
Hit the finish line just in time as I cross it
No losses, thick skin like Colossus
Now I am the boss of all bosses
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