Green Room Villains

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer] One sixteen to Tokyo stock Never hide when I notice the opps (naw) The world make you wanna ride around with the chop I'm very tempted This a gift so that shit was a given Nobody talking that shit to me (naw) Man straight up history Already know that I do it for villainy purposes Y'all little worship kids I'm old as shit like [?] the kids Left swag sauce at home, I make the hoes eat bland Criticize me like C-SPAN I always keep a G plan chicks love to use their kneepads We laugh at these pussy boys that eat ass (ew) You can hear it all up in their voice Killing you lyrically is my method of choice You not worth the street card Be smart, look at me now I used to be a retard [Verse 2: D Brash] Resident evil, Brash do his own stunts like Knievel Get praises form the people start a cult My follower burn smoke and channel my spirit I appear on sight when I hear it You scared now you should be I invoke all the illest rappers that been dead G A conduit let them niggas speak through me They say Brash you the truth B Is this my fate, is this my curse This is the era of the bullshit rap jerks What the fuck is that, a damn skirt? On stage with villains at that Reggie spot You think you ready but you really not This for my niggas that's ready to shift gears Open the lanes up, get gone, disappear Apex predator, top of the food chain Bottle feeders, all y'all part of the truest lames [Verse 3: Goose the Wizard] What you [?] If you asking me so what I hear what's going on, gotta keep my line patches green [?] falling plus I'm far beyond your reach nigga The sideliners look bad when you got real shit to do Like pose and don't pay bills let's get real Stay in the youth with a foot on their ass Stay up in school can't focus n what others is saying Just show and prove Niggas is characters, I'm like who major We got erasure boy you missing flavor A customer, got it tailored All of my niggas major, you know that You'll get your skull cracked for walking 'round with the wrong ballcap Nigga them starter jackets come with fluffy lumps Them hating chumps gon' see six guys This ain't no Brady Bunch Your blunts slimmer than your luck Give it up Tropical punch in my cup when we rolling up