"VILLAIN" lyrics
I know we ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture
They say one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
I took that vow, I stood committed, then I made some millions
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
I know we ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture
They say one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
I took that vow, I stood committed, then I made some millions
I did it for the trenches and then turned rags to riches
I had to close that backdoor, I had to burn some bridges
I feel like Calboy in my city, all they do is envy
We used to post up by that store sellin' Bobby to Whitney
That shit done turned me villain, my mind need some healin'
Like ah-ah, you ever hear a vulture cry?
Like, why? Why? He was my youngin, he wasn't 'posed to die
I was thirteen, packin' a .380, hangin' with them older guys
Them vultures known to slide, late when it's cold at night
Like who knew I'd make it out? I done came from nathan
Fucked up that deal, then shit got real, I ain't complain for shit
Opened my third eye, I seen the truth, I ain't been the same since
Now you see chandeliers every time my chains lit
I'm kickin' doors down for the times that they ain't let us in
Took so many L's, I was just prayin' on a fuckin' win
This shit start gettin' out of body, I'm seein' surfin'
Way far from perfect, girl, just take a step right in
I know we ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture
They say one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
I took that vow, I stood committed, then I made some millions
I did it for the trenches and then turned rags to riches
I had to close that backdoor, I had to burn some bridges
I feel like Calboy in my city, all they do is envy
We used to post up by that store sellin' Bobby to Whitney
That shit done turned me villain, my mind need some healin'
Yeah, streets done made me villain, uh, I'm smokin' dust and the kitty, uh
As soon as smoke in the air, I could never be stuck in my feelings
Baby girl, I got a problem, I truly just gotta admit it, uh, uh
I'm rollin' blunts every minute, uh, like two or three chops in a spizzy
No kizzy, you was sellin' Bobby to Whitney, uh
Ma, I was trappin', forgive me, uh
Pray for my dogs in the prisons, I swear you'll be home in a minute
I was in the graveyard with vultures and gremlins, I had to go make a decision
Who'd've thought Stunna G'd beat the odds? Make a living off rapping, I did it
They say one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
I took that vow, I stood committed, then I made some millions
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
I know we ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture
They say one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
I took that vow, I stood committed, then I made some millions
I did it for the trenches and then turned rags to riches
I had to close that backdoor, I had to burn some bridges
I feel like Calboy in my city, all they do is envy
We used to post up by that store sellin' Bobby to Whitney
That shit done turned me villain, my mind need some healin'
Like ah-ah, you ever hear a vulture cry?
Like, why? Why? He was my youngin, he wasn't 'posed to die
I was thirteen, packin' a .380, hangin' with them older guys
Them vultures known to slide, late when it's cold at night
Like who knew I'd make it out? I done came from nathan
Fucked up that deal, then shit got real, I ain't complain for shit
Opened my third eye, I seen the truth, I ain't been the same since
Now you see chandeliers every time my chains lit
I'm kickin' doors down for the times that they ain't let us in
Took so many L's, I was just prayin' on a fuckin' win
This shit start gettin' out of body, I'm seein' surfin'
Way far from perfect, girl, just take a step right in
I know we ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture
They say one good girl is worth a thousand bitches
I took that vow, I stood committed, then I made some millions
I did it for the trenches and then turned rags to riches
I had to close that backdoor, I had to burn some bridges
I feel like Calboy in my city, all they do is envy
We used to post up by that store sellin' Bobby to Whitney
That shit done turned me villain, my mind need some healin'
Yeah, streets done made me villain, uh, I'm smokin' dust and the kitty, uh
As soon as smoke in the air, I could never be stuck in my feelings
Baby girl, I got a problem, I truly just gotta admit it, uh, uh
I'm rollin' blunts every minute, uh, like two or three chops in a spizzy
No kizzy, you was sellin' Bobby to Whitney, uh
Ma, I was trappin', forgive me, uh
Pray for my dogs in the prisons, I swear you'll be home in a minute
I was in the graveyard with vultures and gremlins, I had to go make a decision
Who'd've thought Stunna G'd beat the odds? Make a living off rapping, I did it
