Ville Boy Lyrics

Yeah

It's me

Uh huh

I was on

I was on Cote Brilliante wit that heater on me

Aldine & Billups chilling got some evil on me

Gotta move low I'm Big Neph people know me

Got caught lacking once nigga so I keep it on me

But before rap I was in that zone watching old niggas smoke crack

Needles, syringes, and spoons where the stove at

This heart and this hustle naw nigga you can't coach that

Northside Neph nigga this that homegrown rap

Funeral home cuz the chrome where ya dome at

Talking on the phone naw homes we don't condone that

That's the quickest way for them ppl to get onnat

Next thing you know the phone clicking now it's all bad

The Feds coming and yo bro he a whole rat

I'm from the city where the summer it get cold at

She wit Neph don't gotta worry where yo hoe at

Showed em the sauce and these lil niggas stole that

But it's ok

And if not it'll be ok

It's me ok

Never let em see yo plays

Got evil ways

Plotting on yo frito lays

Niggas dying back to back yeah I seen those days

Go to sliding back to back for like 3, 4 days

Crushed glass for them niggas creeping in gangways

Went from rapping on the block to the big main stage

I'm a war baby

Born in the streets no jumping off the porch baby

Shit made me scorned maybe I was born crazy

Rap or go back to the game I been torn lately

Crying tears while I stare at my newborn baby

Shorty gotta eat that's why I'm out here going crazy

Devil in my ear and rap been getting boring lately

Every time I level up Im getting more hatred

Blessed and highly favored

Shoutout to my Lord & Savior

I been in this hell hole for a lifetime

Incomparable yo life ain't nothing like mine

Had to let my light shine in the night time

Shit so real that sometimes I feel like dying

But I kill em everytime like I'm Mike Myers

Gotta classic feel to it like a iPod

All off the muscle no jumpers like I'm Zion

Make sure I don't miss hit the bottom of the nylon

And I'm the best like Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, & Dylan nigga

It's me

(Checkmate, haha)