I Need a Gimmick

It’s the ville
Medication
You know i always thought that real shit
That motherfucking villeshit
I got you listenin’
How much pain i got to spill for the world to hear me
How many beats i got to rock to get this shit litty
From this garage, i’m touchin lives from city to city
I went twelve on the charts, independent
But still the industry ain't fuckin with me
You must be fuckin with me
Imma cash cow
I sold a hunna dolla tape and made like twenty thou
Well, maybe ten, but you get the picture
But I gotta say twenty, cause i’m in that kitchen
And if you coming from them burbs you prolly don’t get me
But you still like my work, cause i’m highly prolific
You know I come from the dirt, but i’m highly ambitious
These hoes ain’t loyal, who knew that will do fifty million
I’m just a small time nigga with collosal visions
You hear my raps and it hits you like a head collision
Still they fear to listen
And i’m so fluent looking on the board cause i’m doin everything to get it
I need a fuckin gimmick
Maybe i should dye my hair and maybe go to prison
Get shot nine times
Is live and they will listen
Maybe i should beef online with your favorite nigga and send that shit to akademiks
Nah fuck all that theaterics
I stay persistent because at the end of the day I got to face that mirror
It’s like the realer that you are the less they hear you
Everyday a new that rapper thats just more weirder
But yall dont hear me
Yall dont hear me
Villeshit nigga