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The Villian
by Bishop FBF
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Put my hood on the map, I'm a living prophet
To Get rich or die trying is my only option
I was raised in the trap, I can't see me flopping
@bishop_fbf the trending topic
I'm in the game
I spit that fire flame
Keep it real, Never changed
Ima die behind my name
It'll never be the same
Drip drop, playing the shot clock
I been grinding all my life, can't stop won't stop
Cool me down, I'm too hot
I got the juice now
Here I come, fi fa fo fum
I come from cross the track, Jonesville, yea the slums
They don't wanna see yu win, they don't wanna see yu come up
Music is my life, Hustle til the sun up
My mama still in the hood, got yungins still in the trenches
I put the hood on my back, alotta muscle I can lift it
Local rappers hating on me, old friends faking on me
When I was in jail, had couple boppers skated on me
Yes sir, we ain't playing dress up
I'm the real deal, headshots, vest up
Yea they know who next up
Tell dem boys catch up
I'm tied in with the mob, whole lotta pressure
I'm in the game
I spit that fire flame
Keep it real, Never changed
Ima die behind my name
It'll never be the same
Put my hood on the map, I'm a living prophet
To Get rich or die trying is my only option
I was raised in the trap, I can't see me flopping
@bishop_fbf the trending topic
I'm in the game
I spit that fire flame
Keep it real, Never changed
Ima die behind my name
It'll never be the same
Drip drop, playing the shot clock
I been grinding all my life, can't stop won't stop
Cool me down, I'm too hot
I got the juice now
Here I come, fi fa fo fum
I come from cross the track, Jonesville, yea the slums
They don't wanna see yu win, they don't wanna see yu come up
Music is my life, Hustle til the sun up
My mama still in the hood, got yungins still in the trenches
I put the hood on my back, alotta muscle I can lift it
Local rappers hating on me, old friends faking on me
When I was in jail, had couple boppers skated on me
Yes sir, we ain't playing dress up
I'm the real deal, headshots, vest up
Yea they know who next up
Tell dem boys catch up
I'm tied in with the mob, whole lotta pressure
I'm in the game
I spit that fire flame
Keep it real, Never changed
Ima die behind my name
It'll never be the same
