Villain

Flying every day but I ain't no closer to God My distance to those close to me got me feeling quite odd Past tense vocabulary when I'm talking about you Reminiscing on the days when we used to be two Confusing confusion with depression my adolescence was in ruins I made it 29 years not knowing what I was doing Confined in my own mind and with time I realized all my rhymes were cries for help I wouldn't normally vocalize See I'm a skinny rapper with phat rhymes Boast my skills while I'm crippled by my lack of confidence I'm unstable in the cranium, confused all the time Standing over dead rappers when I snap back into consciousness You Idolize these idols but these idols will fall Realize my rivals will drop dead and won't even crawl Stacking bodies like a homicidal shooter at the mall Hunting down these rappers, hanging trophies against my walls I keep murdering this game got me feeling like a villain but if the shoe fits, I guess it's time for a killing I need you to let me know that you down and you're feeling This then put your motherfucking hands to the ceiling I keep murdering this game got me feeling like a villain but if the shoe fits, I guess it's time for a killing I need you to let me know that you down and you're feeling This then put your motherfucking hands to the ceiling Suicidal vibes, can't ignore the signs Dead inside, and you can see that in my eyes Bad habits to speed up what I'm tryna finalize Yet My verses are the only time I'm doing dope lines No joke, blowing smoke, blowing holes in my brain Mind broke, alcohol to wash over the pain Getting rich and I will die trying like my name Is half a dollar, would you holla at me if I change? Battle savages, damage limbs, with these passages Pass the bandages, check the statuses Someone manage these damaged kids What the f*ck is this, paralysis Numb to it all, like detached radicals Better believe the fucking magic that comes out of my fingertips An apocalypse of lyrics I can sink battleships And if you don't like that shit then boy tough tits Only hits you'd receive are these fists to your lips I keep murdering this game got me feeling like a villain but if the shoe fits, I guess it's time for a killing I need you to let me know that you down and you're feeling This then put your motherfucking hands to the ceiling I keep murdering this game got me feeling like a villain but if the shoe fits, I guess it's time for a killing I need you to let me know that you down and you're feeling This then put your motherfucking hands to the ceiling