V1 pt.1 (Jeremy Martian)
I was smoking, I was drinking till I couldn't even stomach it
You think I'm putting any of your accolades on my bucket list?
Man f** that sh**, I ball, couldn't care bout a budget
And i was kicked while i was down
I was beat to the ground
Cause a dollars still a dollar it don't matter if it's straight
Gonna let this fire burn and the best fuel hate
Chorus (Jeremy Martian)
I think i fell in love with the role of the villain
The villain, the villain, the role of the villain
V1 pt.2 (Jeremy Martian)
Yeah I might do d**
Yeah I might bust nuts
Yeah I might sell dubs
Yeah I might f** s*uts
No I'm not the type of guy that you bring home to mom
Cause rapping ain't no job, no rapping ain't no job
No I'm not the type of guy that you bring home to mom
Cause rapping ain't no job, no rapping ain't no job
Rapping ain't no job, rapping ain't no job
Feed me them fresh beats
I'm finna get turnt up
Gimme some of that molly please
I'm finna get turnt up
Chorus (Jeremy Martian)
Verse 2 (Jeremy Martian)
So f** you to the main stream, the fake fans, and the haters
This money man means nothing, I'll burn all of this paper
I'm the Vader to you Skywalkers, you're the veins, I'm the heart doctors
I'm the brain, I control your game, like the blades to your helicopter
This is for the murderers, car thieves, and bank robbers
Drug dealers, arsonists, g**ners and pill poppers
I k** rappers, I spit cla**ics
Instill ma**es with Illmatic
I'm back at it like a bad habit
Lay it down like a jack rabbit
A villain man, said she wants the baddest
A villain man, said she wants the baddest