Juro "Mez" Davis - Villematic lyrics

[Verse] Hey, to the college kids no scholarships Starting your semester Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser Enjoy it while you got it, after that it's God bless ya Life is your professor, know that b**h is gon' test ya I got some sh** I'd like to get off my chest I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress And can I spit out my stress? It's the feeling in the air you bout to drop a real cla**ic He said Cole, “A lil' birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic” Nobody touching Nas n***a it's more like Villematic These Fayettenam tales be paying off well What story is my audio theater gon' tell I know my debut will ship, but is it gon' sell? I guess it's in God's hands I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say God damn That's for your non-believers I'm the truth only time will teach ya And f** the haters probably never love they mommas neither Old bitter-a** sit around in middle cla** homes With computers on hating on the newest song While you was browsing I was taking out them student loans Trying to do this sh** better than the n***as we grew up on Name a f**ing song I ain't threw up on Talk is cheap, its like y'all grew up in a Jewish home! Pardon the stereotype But y'all giving me mixed feelings like I married a white woman One minute I'm overrated, next minute I'm the savior You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya For bullsh**ting and that n***a Cole spitting that real Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville To Miami, where the same time last year I was broker than you, I just wanna make that clear Cause now I'm dealing with money I've never seen before And R&B b**hes want me, that was just dreams before Now do I give into the temptation I'm facing The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasing But I'm just a man, at time's the timing is wrong Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of it's own But I'm trying to be strong, remind myself she ain't about sh** These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit Looking for cheese on some mouse sh** s** a n***a, f** a n***a, then go run they mouth quick Rappers took a vacation I came over to house sit You want change, this that between the seats in your couch sh** The f** you thought, I lost it All that flame on my name would get exhausted Au contraire my n***a they all ears Sit back, enjoy the ride it's finna be a long year, yeah It's finna be a long year, yeah I know you feel that, the tingle in your spine don't conceal that Don't conceal that This exactly what you thought Somebody bought the real back