Starry Eyed

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Some of these people think I'm famous, well shit I guess I am It's like every time I go out in CT I see a fan They're like "Webby your the man", and I'm like god damn This shit is gettin' crazy even though it's been the plan Since I sat in 6th grade writin' lyrics on my hand Dreamin' of the fame and fortune every second that I can Or I could half the time now I'm finally achievin' it So if you really got yourself a dream and you believe in it Then follow it and if they hate don't worry bout the beef and shit Keep it moving everyday and not for any reason quit Your friends will say your changin', a lot will turn their backs Even though its just a job nobody looks at it like that This my way of makin' money, my fuckin' career choice And they mad I get a paycheck strictly off my voice But the bad comes with the good when you chillin' in the game Because now these chicks are DTF from the moment they hear my name Like It's Chris Webby by the way [Hook] Oh, oh, starry eyed [Verse 2: Chris Webby] This game is fuckin' crazy it'll turn homies to enemies But you gotta rise above it I don't let it get to me The past is the past though you got some good memories People turn they back and all you gotta do is let it be I tried to help a dude once Help him get a little shine did a track, smoked some blunts Even kicked it with him as a friend, blazed and spit flows Got drunk, talked shit, even brought him to my shows And he was still young so I showed him the ropes Brought him to some college parties and introduced him to hoes Then he turned around and dissed me, no doubt I got played But while he's sittin' up in Brooklyn I be up on stage Karma is a bitch and I'm makin' it clear If you want me to get back first get a career I'll be livin' Hip-Hop 'till the day that I die And with all this buzz I'm gettin' everybody's starry eyed [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large? You gotta work for it everyday, grind hard Takin' days off isn't in my repertoire I got a mean work ethic and endless amounts of bars They try to say I'm fake, it didn't work for the spot That's why I've got every east side burb on lock And it doesn't stop there I get bumped on the block They all spinnin' "La La La" when they be twistin' up pot And now they recognize me and haters always try me Its like because I'm finally successful they despise me Why can't you all be happy I'm a kid like you Who's just tryin' to make me some money off these shows I do If you could do it wouldn't you? That's what every kid is dreamin' of Who couldn't shoot hoops or excel in academia This is for the kids with A.D.D Who were told they won't amount to nothin', baby just look at me [Hook]