Ville Sh!t

[Chorus: Nathan Fouts]
This be that Ville shit, real drip hop in as I peel whips
Stay smoking something filthy do ya feel me
I know that by the end they gonna kill me, still me
Ella on the beat this shit is chilly, this shit is chilly

[Verse 1:Nathan Fouts]
And Lord I put this on my mama I don't put up with drama
Imma run up a comma tahm bout what wanna
The time is ticking listen this isn’t common to witness
This is a vision pay homage, stay astonished
And let em say it's ironic, no way around it
I keep counting the days til I break the climate
I might as well chime in and say they faker than rhinestones Displayed as diamonds, why they claim they flying
See how they dying, see how they lying through their smile
Watch em eyeing, it ain't surprising
I am everything I’m meant to be, mentally finicky
Finna be bigger than anyone out of Tennessee
My enemies envy as I sip Hennessy
Remedy to the pain in this industry that I've changed
This verse sent to me from a plane
On a higher level, I would never try and settle
Cause I am better desire chedda
Bring down the building like its 9/11, time the essence
So just start playing your part
And watch these hoes don't let em play with your heart

[Chorus: Nathan Fouts]
This be that Ville shit, real drip hop in as I peel whips
Stay smoking something filthy do ya feel me
I know that by the end they gonna kill me, still me
Ella on the beat this shit is chilly, this shit is chilly

[Verse 2: Theodore Dali]
It's a destiny written through only subtle depictions of these Gigantic collisions, call it the holiest schism
So sub atomically fissioned
I mean we splitting the system
Through only pineal Visions I make my third eye glisten
My shit is shining
Underground cause Dali has been mining
For any sort of sign that would ensure I got the timing
Just when the devil see my weakness be aligning
I'll pressurize my soul so these records are going diamond
I've had so many gurus I've had so many great teachers
But me and Foot be the mentals the prophets even the preachers, Damn even the speaker understand this ain't a feature
It’s a massacre of anyone who claims that they are equal
You heard Ville shit, real shit, never eat a meal shit
If we goin hungry let me win a grammy real quick
All these thotties running cause finally rappers feel this
Never acting friendly unless the woman a real bitch

[Chorus: Nathan Fouts]
This be that Ville shit, real drip hop in as I peel whips
Stay smoking something filthy do ya feel me
I know that by the end they gonna kill me, still me
Ella on the beat this shit is chilly, this shit is chilly