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The Villest

de J. Cole

I got something I wanna tell you
I got something I wanna tell you

Yeah
Dust off the old notebook where a younger Jermaine Lamarr wrote hooks to get a glimpse at what his hopes looked like
Back in his younger years
And found a page stained with what seems to be a hundred tears
As the smeared words spoke of his blended fears
Tellin' him persevere through it all
Go hard like Medusa in front of mirrors
To reach the top, so unaware that the trouble's there
We're nothing more than a worser version of troubles where
He sat when he wrote, he's performin' hocus pocus with empty pocket focus over some dope, lil beat he made himself
All the pain in his cadence felt
And though his heart was made of felt
His exterior hardened to present a demeanor in which this period taught him was the best of survival to deflect the most aggressive arrivals
A testament to the lessons I follow
Seen the death of bravado
The second weapons hit his chest with a hollow
Pride is a bitter pill indeed, but it's best if you swallow
If not, your homies gon' pay respect with a bottle
Poured that out on the flesh of this mother earth
While liquor slithers like a serpent across the mud and dirt to go rest in a pothole
Money coming soon, back then, was obsessed with the motto
Me and my dogs was like the musketeers
Through the years, we stayed connected to this day we still step in the gatto
Subconsciously protecting these nigga's think I'm lesser for my complexion, before I'm done, they all gon' respect the mulatto
Yeah
Said they all gon' respect the mulatto
I got something I wanna tell you
Dreams can come true
You'll get yours too
But it won't save
I got something I wanna tell you (I got something I wanna tell you)
Dreams can come true
You'll get yours too
But it won't save
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling through the ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling through the ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors

My darkest truths be hard to say to friends
Fuck it, past the bottle we're swallowing hopes that can wash away the sins
Grew up amongst the lost, and wasn't taught a way to win
Or days I think of James my heardened heart breaks again
He caught the fade but pussy nigga's caught 'em later then
Medics performed a CPR and hauled away his limbs
It always haunted me inside my thoughts and made 'em grim
His father knew my father way back when
Army buddies that used to party hard
Over seas but through the alcohol, the weed and plus the hardy har's, they made him kin
Who knew their future kids would have to find a way to swim
In the wild with crocodile and alligator skins
They took a good nigga
Smart kid who could hoop, who could fight
Instead, I wish the lord had taken them
If Darwinism states, only the stronger makes it then
Why am I here if I don't think I'm as great as him?
If Pac is Jesus, then I ride around and play the hymns
Life goes on even in this modern day of algorithm, moderated, streaming service, automated blends
I play the classics often and I've gotta say they gems
This life is like it's all set up for God to play the sims
Yeah, I got rich but think I need a smarter way to cleanse
If money buys happiness then please explain the rich bastards with no peace, how come they never bought their way to zen?
Hm, how come they never bought their way to zen?
If it's, if it's that simple, yeah

I got something I wanna tell you
Dreams can come true
You'll get yours too
But won't say
I got something I wanna tell you (I got something I wanna tell you)
Dreams can come true
You'll get yours too
But won't say
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling through the ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling through the ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors

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