Villains

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[Intro: UFO Fev] Termanology It's real things going on, real things, playboy, right We're just here to give you music to survive to, you know I'm sayin'? [Verse 1: UFO Fev] Uh, introducin' me, UFO Fev from the Druidry? Droppin' jewellery, I'll leave a bracelet at your eulogy Foolery, thought you knew the language of the gods I speak it fluently, perfect like the rhino and its horn It's the prince of the mathematicians, but in song You sold drugs, so if you add it up, don't get me wrong I'm as real as the flesh you occupy in every form Spread the virus where I'm spittin' that shit You've been informed and infected I grew up where the children get neglected Raised by the reckless, history manifested Yo, I hit the block like TRL most requested They stand outside the building 'til they run into detectives We hire, and spend the profits on the necklace I plan to meet a vato out in Texas I pray my daughter meets a man with a plan and a nexus Not a Lexus Who the fuck needs a car? You need that game, playboy, we here to get you that real [Verse 2: UFO Fev] Ayo, the crystal's in the blow like untouched snow Made a speedball, spiked his nose with uncut dope We knock trees off, we're the workers make the city move We take the week off, niggas wouldn't know what to do Scratch the surface I bet you find a diamond when you listen to these verses I provide a service, your style is worthless It wouldn't fill you in a church, soul is purchased I fuck around and hit him where it hurts Bring the hearses [Verse 3: Styles P] They call me OG P (OG) If I get down, I get dirty like I'm ODB (Hahahahaha) Anytime I see a mic, I get OCD (All the time) I was treacherous, when Treach made, OPP Yeah, it's Ghost, Term' and UFO (What up?) Probably me and a UFO (What up?) 'Bout to hit the spliff below a homie quarter to the fo' What's the ticket on the brick? You was lit, then you would know (You would know) Fuck you askin' me for? (Fuck you askin' me for?) They killed them in New York, well I was down in Bemore? (whatever), I'm just tryna see more (Haha) Road to success, ain't no time for a detour (Nah) Velour sweats, European V, I'm a B-boy (I'm a B-boy) Ever cross me, guaranteed you get a keloid Build then I destroy, somethin' like the gods do (What up?) Leave 'em in the trunk of the car, just like the mob do (We leave 'em) Ever try fuckin' with Ghost? Bring a ride through (Ride) North State pullin', my nigga, I know your card too Yeah!
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Credits
- Writers
- Styles P
- UFO Fev