Get By

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 high