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Conan

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Conan

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Sufferin succotash this motherfucker's back

Running tracks like I'm usain bolt on adderall, doing a hundred laps

Got the world in my hands, and I'm shoulder shrugging that

Doing sets of ten until I'm as big as a fucking lumberjack

See I'm dope, but they always seem to forget this shit

So quick to judge the white kid from connecticut

No embellishment, they saying webby's hella sick

And I don't need a fucking magazine to tell me this

I keep it fresh, man, shout out to funk flex

The whole game hears me stomping up the front steps

I'm up next, not giving a fuck less

You see me losing the day I pass a drug test

Ain't happening, leaving their brains rattling

Presidential status in the burbs, james madison

I'm every head of state

Written in the legislate

Ticking time bomb in the game, ready to detonate

Get it crackin' when I come around

Ridin' 'til the sun goes down

All I know is where I've been

I don't know where I'm goin'

Standin' on the front lines like a soldier

Never backing down to no man

Call me conan

And I'm in it 'til they tell me it's over

Hip-hop is a chessboard, and I've been learning the game

Stayin' patient, independent, got no worries of fame

I'm just stacking up my paper, counting checks in my name

So much internet money, I make my icloud rain

I'm a beast, what the fuck is you?

Steady droppin' number two

Shittin' on my compettition everytime I'm comin' through

Put your crew on blast

Up on stage got the crowd bouncing like a kangaroo on crack

See I say it how it is

Boba fett, come and try it kid

Mercenary, murder instrumentals for the highest bid

Pop the ray gun, well done, grab your a1

Keep the shades on

Bitches call me johnny cage, son

Bicycle kicking you off of the fucking mountain top

With an ounce of pot, and this album that I'm about to drop

2013, This shit is a rap

Funk flex and c-dub, nothin' realer than that

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Chris Webby performs "Conan", and this lyric page sits inside the Chris Webby catalog on LyroVerse.

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