Yeah, I’m just tryna' to get by man, you know Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Hook] Grind every minute of my day tryna get by And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la La, la, la, la la la Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la Get high
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Hello, my name’s Christian, steady flame spittin’ Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system Liu Kang kickin', Sugar Shane hittin' Mary Jane twistin’, that’s my main mission David Blaine magician, vanish into thin air If they got a beat to spit on, I be in there Cause I rock skills, and I pop pills Til I act a jackass, Johnny Knoxville Burn ‘til my eyes the color of a cardinal I go all in, never partial I'm a pure-bread, they’re just part-ill They make a track, we forget em’ like Sarah Marshall 24/7 never will the grindin’ stop Explore the internet, light up the FireFox This isn’t AOL, but I’m livin’ A-OK Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way Never fade away, this the raw shit Blueprint, Stan Lee couldn’t draw this Flow a perfect 10, head-to-toe flawless Give ‘em a colostomy bag if they try to talk shit This is Saw Six, there will be no survivors I drop the dopest fire, they just a broken lighter I flick my Bic to the tip of the spliff Sizzlin' piff, how I spit, try to riddle me this Bitch
[Hook] Grind every minute of my day tryin’a get by And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la La, la, la, la la la Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la Get high
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Rockin’ a new shirt, find your chick and do work Hoppin’ on every step to the top like livin’ like Hubert I don’t do the jerk, or the rock away But I got a lot to say in my mind locked away Since my baptism of rap rhythms and had cats Back flippin’ to tracks, spittin’ and ad libbin' While we livin’ let’s enjoy it On this planet earth before we destroy it Cause now it seems we can’t avoid it They talk about 2012, I’m like “oh well” But between now and then, Webby’s got records to sell I’ve been at this rap shit too long, too much practice Hit a lot of road blocks, always moved past it So twist a j, light up a dub sack Yeah we love that, THC and blunt wraps Bust raps spittin’ dirty as a mud flap Since I was nothin’ but a rug rat This is the life I’ve chosen, or has it chosen me? But I’m just tryna be the man that I should hope to be Another dope MC, out in the open sea Hopin’ that the sharks ain't approachin’ me Totally mind in tact, and I don’t do it for the money stacks Just a head nod and some firm dabs Runnin' laps tryna stay on track Just tryna get by, what’s the matter with that, Jack?
[Hook] Grind every minute of my day tryin’a get by And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la La, la, la, la la la Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la Get highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
