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young stadix - the villain lyrics

[intro]
in pop culture, sometimes the more sinister
the better
you have to admit
that we are attracted to villains
but, why is that?
what makes the perfect villain
people give them a grudging respect
in short, they are thrilling
they have many of the heroes traits
but they are misdirected
[verse 1: young stadix]
mr. officer frisking he being frisky
i play it shifty was selling some p’s thought it was nifty
sh+tty city but hate it or love it can’t run from it
don’t be so silly you moving iffy
theirs n+ggas clutching a semi
was never pretty
walk the corners my hands is ready, steady
the streets is deadly
medley of fiends, the melodies when the chopper sing
i pray i leave would bob and weave like young ali
its hard to lead when sipping leans the newest thing
i took precautions i wasn’t always just smoking often
i’m off the scene was a loner, a broken teen
i wish for dreams ’cause where i’m lying
i’m dying mean, i need a peace of mind
and not a piece of mine pieces of me leave behind
lead the blind i can’t even see the signs need a guide
close my eyes i could feel a villain come alive
just to simplify n+ggas die think its fly
think i’m fine till a ticket coming at my top
rock bottom where i’m hitting if i stay and watch
gotta look over my shoulders for the boldest ops
best to know i’m well prepared
b+tch i’m curry with that open shot
play the joker i’m just laughing while you sit n plot
’cause every story got a twist or knot
play the villain heroes b+tch a lot
play it cool but any moves then i risk a lot
in the rain for a minute so its obvious i drip a lot
electro ’cause i know some n+ggas let go all them gigawatts
n+ggas see my money like “well buddy where the virgil?”
like they missing shock
b+tches giving top when they whip the pot
whip the drop
all us n+ggas glorifying bullets hot
gory crime baby mamas crying they skrt out the lot
burning rubber tires i’m just tired that we give em props
don’t you get it twisted if you with it ain’t gon run or flop
hood turn me to villain chillin till you touch the guap
n+ggas spinning blocks like a ceiling fan peel a man top
like a mystic its a mystery the media ain’t catch the spot
i mind my business i don’t talk a lot
[verse 2: sparkz gawd]
i, woke up this morning and i ain’t make my bed
couple n+ggas want me dead
know where i lay my head
but f+ck that don’t camera
kodak moment calling my spirit
i hope that it answer
pick up the phone its f+cking ringing
n+ggas hoes and they get folded if no cameras
interrogations at the tables they singing
no manners wanna take our guns ’cause we can’t
build with no hammers
got to protect ourselves
next thing you know
they gon make us arrest ourselves
that’s basically what we doing
small lips long d+ck my genetic pool
it was ruined
something, highly unusual
i spread through musicals
too complex for squares like rubik’s cubes
can’t box me in like cubicles
they feel that heat they straighten out
if not for me they curl like pubic’s do
curl like ralphs for earl they favorite names
they playing games i’m taking names
i’m kicking ass i take the blame
for half the students skipping class
i had nickels, dimes and had to skip the bag
to get the bag for sh+t
i didn’t have but had the gift of gab
ill hit the gas and crash through the glass
‘fore i let you whip my ass
that won’t happen ’cause i’m strapped
by the belt like pootie tang
worst case i skid out in my draws
like dootie stains look
ayo i heard some n+ggas say i changed
and i agree
say i ain’t the same
on the move well i got time to be
they don’t feel my pain
higher up in the economy
brain obsolete i was strained
through those drug deals and robberies
so my routine
different class get the pack
hit the block flip the sack
hit the lab mix the track spit crack
before i hit the trap
n+ggas be outside but they ain’t in the street
perpetrating, sweating bullets as soon as they feel the heat
perspirate
[outro]
in the end viewers meet one of three types
those who know they are villains
and they work hard to live up to that role
those who are clueless
those who suspect they are villains but
defend their viewpoint anyway
with a little bad behavior everyone’s a winner

- young stadix lyrics

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