Anti-Villain
Said it's cold in my city but I'm on fire
I said it is cold in my city but I'm on fire
World cold but fuck it I'm still chilling
Dolo but fuck it I'm still Pimpin
Play the role of the antivillain
Cause the heroes die young & they ain't really livin
It's whatever either way I gotta get it
Just keep your head up and your heart on the mission
It's whatever, gotta get it no slippin
My eyes on the prize n the stars is the limit
Haters these days they're all bad business
He say she say Until you winnin
Ghost ride their pride then beg forgiveness
I crash those wheels and keep on whippin
And don't you bandwagon I need no gimmicks
Plus your bad habits'll crowd my vision
You flaked on first Obtained a thirst now
Well take those ten yards and keep that distance
And the same witcho energy
If you pull up as a friend dontcha leave as an enemy
No disturbing my inner peace
I'll be damned if you do you'll deal with that inner beast
Since a Youngin I've been a king
But they feared the potential try to keep it on a leash
Snatched the chains and they brought the keys
Now the worlds in my hand
Not a damn thing out of reach
The flow absurd bizarre berserk I know I spread my wings my break some tings it shows
Hit the stage n rage like Gyarados
Shining red and white praises to Shango
Hit the bottom and wipe the slate
Looked inside and unlock the gates
Went face to face with both God and Satan
Took both their places then changed my fate
Tell me do you understand though
Do you really feel a nigga do you hear me you in the back
Let me hear it in the stands though
Get your hands in the air let me hear it yeah make 'em clap
Time to make a couple bands though
See the money ain't thing but a brother still need a stack
Feeling my Nigga thanos
Golden, Gruesome, Godlike ready to SNAP
World cold but fuck it I'm still chilling
Dolo but fuck it I'm still Pimpin
Play the role of the anti-villain
Cause the heroes die young & they ain't really livin
It's whatever either way I gotta get it
Just keep your head up & your heart on the mission
It's whatever, gotta get it no slippin
My eyes on the prize n the stars is the limit
I said it is cold in my city but I'm on fire
World cold but fuck it I'm still chilling
Dolo but fuck it I'm still Pimpin
Play the role of the antivillain
Cause the heroes die young & they ain't really livin
It's whatever either way I gotta get it
Just keep your head up and your heart on the mission
It's whatever, gotta get it no slippin
My eyes on the prize n the stars is the limit
Haters these days they're all bad business
He say she say Until you winnin
Ghost ride their pride then beg forgiveness
I crash those wheels and keep on whippin
And don't you bandwagon I need no gimmicks
Plus your bad habits'll crowd my vision
You flaked on first Obtained a thirst now
Well take those ten yards and keep that distance
And the same witcho energy
If you pull up as a friend dontcha leave as an enemy
No disturbing my inner peace
I'll be damned if you do you'll deal with that inner beast
Since a Youngin I've been a king
But they feared the potential try to keep it on a leash
Snatched the chains and they brought the keys
Now the worlds in my hand
Not a damn thing out of reach
The flow absurd bizarre berserk I know I spread my wings my break some tings it shows
Hit the stage n rage like Gyarados
Shining red and white praises to Shango
Hit the bottom and wipe the slate
Looked inside and unlock the gates
Went face to face with both God and Satan
Took both their places then changed my fate
Tell me do you understand though
Do you really feel a nigga do you hear me you in the back
Let me hear it in the stands though
Get your hands in the air let me hear it yeah make 'em clap
Time to make a couple bands though
See the money ain't thing but a brother still need a stack
Feeling my Nigga thanos
Golden, Gruesome, Godlike ready to SNAP
World cold but fuck it I'm still chilling
Dolo but fuck it I'm still Pimpin
Play the role of the anti-villain
Cause the heroes die young & they ain't really livin
It's whatever either way I gotta get it
Just keep your head up & your heart on the mission
It's whatever, gotta get it no slippin
My eyes on the prize n the stars is the limit
Credits
Writer(s): Karl Richardson Jr.
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