I'm the villain in my origin story
Tarantino shooting every shot get gory
Every single shot that they keep in pouring
Make me feel important
Vices in my veins keep coursing
Picking at my brain to find recordings
Wonder if performance give my name importance
Oh you want some pain get a portion
Oh you want some chains like some change
Gonna separate the game
Gonna change where you lay
In high school bitches wouldn't give the time of day
Now the same f*cking bitches wanna lay down where I came
Wanna talk about my range
Like this range finder
Gonna find a f*cking way
To a Range Rover
Tell her I can't change
Bitch I'm never sober
High of our asses
Counting our assets
Money kept growing ever since my last check
Ever since my last check
Who wanna play on me
Homies always change on me
Keep it all on the low key
None of this shit came cheap
We made sacrifices
We move all in silence
Pick and choose my vices
Say she love my diamonds
Check yourself need a check check check
Boys on the bench I've been feeling too pressed
In the ring with a suplex diamonds on my neck
Keep the liter in the freezer keep the bands on deck
Keep the hands on me
Hands on me
Keep the bands on me
Feeling superman where's my Louis lane
Gotta blow propane
Until the popo came
Bout ta turn Kobain
If I don't see change
Man I'm thinking bout this shit
Is this the best that it gets
Like I'm coming to grips
I gotta come with the grip
I got an iron it sits
Where the irony shits
I got a pencil and page
For all the shit I cage
Who wanna play on me
Homies always change on me
Keep it all on the low key
None of this shit came cheap
We made sacrifices
We move all in silence
Pick and choose my vices
Say she love my diamonds
Too much too much too much
Bitch I can never have enough
I was selling my stuff
To have money for lunch
Now the clothes in my closet
Show the depth of my pockets
Like we graduated with honors
Emancipated from scholars
Now my bitches wear collars
Would've thought it was college
How they sharing they knowledge
And giving me noggin
Now I'm b I g like I'm Christopher Wallace
Stoppin the traffic got em breaking they necks
Replace the noose with a chain I choke on diamonds instead
Need vengeance and redemption
Dead eye red dead
John Marston on a mission putting 2 in your head
Like blah blah haha
Talk your shit Whatchu think
I'm a problem
I'm a problem
I'm a problem
A problem
Revolver gonna solve it bury me in a bank
All this shit for the game that ain't pay me a thing
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I'm the villain in my origin story
Tarantino shooting every shot get gory
Every single shot that they keep in pouring
Make me feel important
Vices in my veins keep coursing
Picking at my brain to find recordings
Wonder if performance give my name importance
Oh you want some pain get a portion
Oh you want some chains like some change
Gonna separate the game
Gonna change where you lay
In high school bitches wouldn't give the time of day
Now the same f*cking bitches wanna lay down where I came
Wanna talk about my range
Like this range finder
Gonna find a f*cking way
To a Range Rover
Tell her I can't change
Bitch I'm never sober
High of our asses
Counting our assets
Money kept growing ever since my last check
Ever since my last check
Who wanna play on me
Homies always change on me
Keep it all on the low key
None of this shit came cheap
We made sacrifices
We move all in silence
Pick and choose my vices
Say she love my diamonds
Check yourself need a check check check
Boys on the bench I've been feeling too pressed
In the ring with a suplex diamonds on my neck
Keep the liter in the freezer keep the bands on deck
Keep the hands on me
Hands on me
Keep the bands on me
Feeling superman where's my Louis lane
Gotta blow propane
Until the popo came
Bout ta turn Kobain
If I don't see change
Man I'm thinking bout this shit
Is this the best that it gets
Like I'm coming to grips
I gotta come with the grip
I got an iron it sits
Where the irony shits
I got a pencil and page
For all the shit I cage
Who wanna play on me
Homies always change on me
Keep it all on the low key
None of this shit came cheap
We made sacrifices
We move all in silence
Pick and choose my vices
Say she love my diamonds
Too much too much too much
Bitch I can never have enough
I was selling my stuff
To have money for lunch
Now the clothes in my closet
Show the depth of my pockets
Like we graduated with honors
Emancipated from scholars
Now my bitches wear collars
Would've thought it was college
How they sharing they knowledge
And giving me noggin
Now I'm b I g like I'm Christopher Wallace
Stoppin the traffic got em breaking they necks
Replace the noose with a chain I choke on diamonds instead
Need vengeance and redemption
Dead eye red dead
John Marston on a mission putting 2 in your head
Like blah blah haha
Talk your shit Whatchu think
I'm a problem
I'm a problem
I'm a problem
A problem
Revolver gonna solve it bury me in a bank
All this shit for the game that ain't pay me a thing
Tarantino shooting every shot get gory
Every single shot that they keep in pouring
Make me feel important
Vices in my veins keep coursing
Picking at my brain to find recordings
Wonder if performance give my name importance
Oh you want some pain get a portion
Oh you want some chains like some change
Gonna separate the game
Gonna change where you lay
In high school bitches wouldn't give the time of day
Now the same f*cking bitches wanna lay down where I came
Wanna talk about my range
Like this range finder
Gonna find a f*cking way
To a Range Rover
Tell her I can't change
Bitch I'm never sober
High of our asses
Counting our assets
Money kept growing ever since my last check
Ever since my last check
Who wanna play on me
Homies always change on me
Keep it all on the low key
None of this shit came cheap
We made sacrifices
We move all in silence
Pick and choose my vices
Say she love my diamonds
Check yourself need a check check check
Boys on the bench I've been feeling too pressed
In the ring with a suplex diamonds on my neck
Keep the liter in the freezer keep the bands on deck
Keep the hands on me
Hands on me
Keep the bands on me
Feeling superman where's my Louis lane
Gotta blow propane
Until the popo came
Bout ta turn Kobain
If I don't see change
Man I'm thinking bout this shit
Is this the best that it gets
Like I'm coming to grips
I gotta come with the grip
I got an iron it sits
Where the irony shits
I got a pencil and page
For all the shit I cage
Who wanna play on me
Homies always change on me
Keep it all on the low key
None of this shit came cheap
We made sacrifices
We move all in silence
Pick and choose my vices
Say she love my diamonds
Too much too much too much
Bitch I can never have enough
I was selling my stuff
To have money for lunch
Now the clothes in my closet
Show the depth of my pockets
Like we graduated with honors
Emancipated from scholars
Now my bitches wear collars
Would've thought it was college
How they sharing they knowledge
And giving me noggin
Now I'm b I g like I'm Christopher Wallace
Stoppin the traffic got em breaking they necks
Replace the noose with a chain I choke on diamonds instead
Need vengeance and redemption
Dead eye red dead
John Marston on a mission putting 2 in your head
Like blah blah haha
Talk your shit Whatchu think
I'm a problem
I'm a problem
I'm a problem
A problem
Revolver gonna solve it bury me in a bank
All this shit for the game that ain't pay me a thing
Writer: Jacob Shive
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid