I mean
I guess it's destiny
Dusty dirty
You got ya people worried
Disturbing the peace
Got em with pieces they nervous
Word on the streets
You the reason for heat
Never unique
Never out of reach
Shots were released
You heard them tires screech
Aint listen to me
I wasnt trying to preach
I was tryna tell ya
How you'll face defeat
Before those complications
Basically
I get so well
I don't know you so
I dont owe you
Doubt I'll show well
Compassion for you uh
These Streets is full of
Hustlers gamblers and killers
And we got hearts to
Yeah
Depict as monsters
But really
We just don't love you so
We like some villains
I you judge me on my last
No guilt no pass
No milk for my baby
Stomach growling grab my mask
Extreme but understand
This score is for the stash
Think I'm lesser of a man
Cause my choices looking bad
But these voices in my head
Told me how bout you take that chance
So its get the cash and go
Murder wasnt in the plan
Not turning myself in
But this blood is in my hands
Heart thumping in my chest
But I made it home to rest
Sometimes our judgements are juvenile
We forget our own stories
Let alone what they went through for me
Living prideful living proud
Tend to do it for the crowd
Sometimes we forget the things that matter
Be the things that make us smile
But even love will make you wild
I get so well
I don't know you so
I dont owe you
Doubt I'll show well
Compassion for you uh
These Streets is full of
Hustlers gamblers and killers
And we got hearts to
Yeah
Depict as monsters
But really
We just don't love you so
We like some villains
L-Mizzy - Villains Lyrics
L-Mizzy - Villains Lyrics
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I mean
I guess it's destiny
Dusty dirty
You got ya people worried
Disturbing the peace
Got em with pieces they nervous
Word on the streets
You the reason for heat
Never unique
Never out of reach
Shots were released
You heard them tires screech
Aint listen to me
I wasnt trying to preach
I was tryna tell ya
How you'll face defeat
Before those complications
Basically
I get so well
I don't know you so
I dont owe you
Doubt I'll show well
Compassion for you uh
These Streets is full of
Hustlers gamblers and killers
And we got hearts to
Yeah
Depict as monsters
But really
We just don't love you so
We like some villains
I you judge me on my last
No guilt no pass
No milk for my baby
Stomach growling grab my mask
Extreme but understand
This score is for the stash
Think I'm lesser of a man
Cause my choices looking bad
But these voices in my head
Told me how bout you take that chance
So its get the cash and go
Murder wasnt in the plan
Not turning myself in
But this blood is in my hands
Heart thumping in my chest
But I made it home to rest
Sometimes our judgements are juvenile
We forget our own stories
Let alone what they went through for me
Living prideful living proud
Tend to do it for the crowd
Sometimes we forget the things that matter
Be the things that make us smile
But even love will make you wild
I get so well
I don't know you so
I dont owe you
Doubt I'll show well
Compassion for you uh
These Streets is full of
Hustlers gamblers and killers
And we got hearts to
Yeah
Depict as monsters
But really
We just don't love you so
We like some villains
I guess it's destiny
Dusty dirty
You got ya people worried
Disturbing the peace
Got em with pieces they nervous
Word on the streets
You the reason for heat
Never unique
Never out of reach
Shots were released
You heard them tires screech
Aint listen to me
I wasnt trying to preach
I was tryna tell ya
How you'll face defeat
Before those complications
Basically
I get so well
I don't know you so
I dont owe you
Doubt I'll show well
Compassion for you uh
These Streets is full of
Hustlers gamblers and killers
And we got hearts to
Yeah
Depict as monsters
But really
We just don't love you so
We like some villains
I you judge me on my last
No guilt no pass
No milk for my baby
Stomach growling grab my mask
Extreme but understand
This score is for the stash
Think I'm lesser of a man
Cause my choices looking bad
But these voices in my head
Told me how bout you take that chance
So its get the cash and go
Murder wasnt in the plan
Not turning myself in
But this blood is in my hands
Heart thumping in my chest
But I made it home to rest
Sometimes our judgements are juvenile
We forget our own stories
Let alone what they went through for me
Living prideful living proud
Tend to do it for the crowd
Sometimes we forget the things that matter
Be the things that make us smile
But even love will make you wild
I get so well
I don't know you so
I dont owe you
Doubt I'll show well
Compassion for you uh
These Streets is full of
Hustlers gamblers and killers
And we got hearts to
Yeah
Depict as monsters
But really
We just don't love you so
We like some villains
Writer: Lamar Blakely
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