Supervillian! Lyrics

Today I'm calling for all of your altercations

Suicide I'm contemplating

Got me not giving a fuck about nothing

So all them statements you making bout how I'm this that or nothing

Don't bother me

Give a fuck if you get offended

Ain't getting apologies

Out of Mr. F-R-I-T

To the last letter

So suck on this dick if you niggas thinking

Your raps better

Head of my class, bet I'm a pass

A cash getter

Get on your ass

Don't get it twisted like the head of a flask

I am Mattapan's biggest, baddest, rapping ass nigga

Never cappin, that nigga

Act I'm slapping that nigga

Henny drinking, heavy thinking, Cuban linking ass nigga

I'll menage your baby mamas

Multitasking ass nigga

I don't wanna dap suffering like succotash niggas

Wonder how I got this fly? Bunch of Baby Bash niggas

Fucking crazy ass nigga

Slash wavy ass nigga

All I wanna do is win, Tom Brady ass nigga

You know I mean it

Take a ride with the cleanest

Either get with the movement or you could get off my penis

Please get off my dick

On some bullshit, then I matador with the fee ness

Sorry, I meant finesse

This like Mario, NES

I be running this shit like cardio

Hardly I sweat or stress

I'm the hottest to represent

My whole squad you don't second guess

And regardless I go the hardest

Putting y'all in the garbage

Lawd, don't get me started

Don't wanna be a target

Nigga

Supervillian

You can't stand a nigga winning like me, huh

You can't stand a nigga getting this cheese

Supervillian

You can't stand a nigga putting in work, huh

You can't stand a nigga knowing his worth

Supervillian

You can't stand a nigga paying his dues, huh

You can't stand a nigga knowing his truth

Please

My whole crew's making cheese

I ain't losing no sleep over y'all mother fuckers

Staring at candles in a four cornered room plotting new shit

Thoughts hella ruthless

Talk hella true shit

Son of Jean and Marie

I'm Joe Greene as mean as can be

Fought my demons, I'm oh and three

But my weaknesses molded me

To a different nigga, sadistic

If I…lived it, I spit it

And y'all niggas forget it

If y'all figured I'm finished

My thoughts? Getting the spinach

And all the dividends, interest

I'm way too slick to be slipping

My nigga I'm bout my business

Let's get it

Lord as my witness I'll

BLAOW

Kill it, relentless

It's Mr. Fritz, don't forget it

My future's looking like Christmas

But all the trips and the bitches

All secondary to this shit

Be legendary with spitting my mission

Play your position and listen

The script? I flipped it, rewrote it, then flipped it twice

I'm Kal-El with no Krytonite

Take an L if you want the smoke

This shit ain't got no antidote, just my thoughts fam

Ill enough to make Kirk Franklin say God da…