Chris Webby - Way Of Life lyrics

[Sample] Never let you out of my sight Be it day, be it night You belong to me, that's the way it will be wrong or right [Intro: Chris Webby] You belong to me now It's just gotta be that way, you know? [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Listen hip-hop, I've been chasing you for quite sometime now And now I got you where I want you, sh** it's you and I now You've been f**ing around with every other dude While I made all these mixtapes for you, listen boo I'mma never let you down, I'mma roll for you I would get on one knee and propose to you sh** I've spent my whole life trying to prove that I was worthy But if you ever cheat on me, your dead b**h, you heard me? Huh, to see you f**ing around with other dudes has got me going nutty Because you know their only in it for the money I would stand with you though think and thin b**h I hope you're listening You got me second guessing the reality I'm living in Because you're my way of life Think about you day and night Because of you now I finally got my paper right But I've seen what you do to your other boyfriends Build them up until their at the top and then destroy them One minute your hot at the club popping Rosé And next thing you know your scrubbing floors at Chipotle Baby you're a b**h, yes I love you but I hate you You think she's loyal for a second then she f**ing plays you Huh, a shot at you, I had to take it Because you got me infatuated, I graduated from a nobody to a damn MC And I'mma hold you down b**h you better stand by me Yeah [Hook] You are my way of life The only way I know You are my way of life I'll never let you go [Verse 2: D. Lector] This isn't music, it's a way of life When haters bite They pay the price I'll take your mic And stab your face in twice But it ain't a 8-inch stainless knife So say goodnight I'll stay and fight Like Dana White The way I write Is crazy hype You say your nice Uh, but we ain't alike Ray of light Playing a pipe Just bent the game over Never spent a day sober So I've yet to catch a hangover Ford Mustang frame with the train motor I wanna change lives You want a chain and a Range Rover I gotta son, spending money I don't have yet Mad stress, no a**ets Just hope dreams and past debt Trying to stack cheques and snap necks Because I know cash rules everything around me, ask meth I gotta get it, while I can before its too late f** a cube steak I just ate some dudes face On Route 8 I'm super baked Losing it, these bath salts stupid, zooted, jupalooted Hip-hop why you diluted with this useless music? I'm anti-radio, anti-autotune f** that, I'm anti all of you What's wrong with you to do what I was taught to do Slaughtered cruse, Talking rude, hopper too [?] But I feel f**ing awesome dude People often snooze, so why you daydream I'm your worst nightmare, or at least it may seem I've been screaming d**h to mainstream since I was eight teen Mother f**er [Hook]