Welcome the Villain

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Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains
 Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas
 I came bust ya right out ya zone, like fuck ya feelings
 Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits
 I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall
 Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball
 Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call
 Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all
 Prayed up, I got the vision, cleaned up, it's clearer
 Break it down, she want the white, she snort it off the mirror
 I pray to lord to keep me safe the devil gettin near me
 No stress, hit off the chest, Golden State, I never fear em
 Now tell me what price, pay up, ain't nothin missing
 Flipping with Diego, that fuego, we in the kitchen
 Got bitches stacking pasos, no lingo she Puerto Rican
 Drinkin out the bottle, no chaser release my demons
 Uhh rack it all up, get paper, just like you told
 Heard ya lil sneak diss, Solo you kinda bold
 When you talk about that paper just know you'll never be me
 Smoked a quarter ounce down in the back, then have a 3 peat
 Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains
 Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas
 I came bust ya right out ya zone, like fuck ya feelings
 Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits
 I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall
 Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball
 Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call
 Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all
 I promise you don't really want the ruckus wit young
 Catch ya ass slippin and cross ya like the number 3 (That's real)
 Young Bullard in the flesh I promise remember "I"
 Tryna get the paper now, I'm living, you wasting time
 Screaming fuck all these bitches none of em fucking with me
 I got a hundred, one hundred packs, to divide with the team
 I turn my thought of my dreams, into tangible things
 Got motivation to rise above chasing cash and the cream
 Hating turned up, get toe tags, they waitin on me, they snitching
 Fuck it oh well, hater wish ya well, my grind hard, successful
 3rd want the bag, hoes chasing us, just hit the trap, official
 Boy Pistol Pete, got pistol whipped, Ace hit da gas, ignition
 Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains
 Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas
 I came bust ya right out ya zone, like fuck ya feelings
 Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits
 I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall
 Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball
 Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call
 Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all

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Duration
03:12
Key
2
Tempo
140 BPM

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