Villematic Songtext / Lyric

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, you know that b-tch is gon test ya

I got some sh-t 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 classic

He said Cole, "a lil birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic

Nobody touching Nas n-gga it's more like Villematic

These fayettnam tales be paying off well

What story is my audio theatre gon tell

I know my debut will ship, but is it gon sell?

I guess it's in God's hand's

I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say God damn

Thats for your non-believers

I'm the truth only time will teach ya

And f-ck the haters probably never love they momma's neither

Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class 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-t better than the n-ggas we grew up on

Name a f-cking song I aint threw up on

Talk is cheap, its like ya'll grew up in a Jewish home!

Pardon the stereotype

But ya'll giving me mixed feeling's like you married a white woman

One minute I'm over-rated, next minute I'm the saviour

You hate it before you played it, I already forgave ya

For bullsh-ttin' and the n-gga Cole spittin' it 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 RnB b-tches want me, that was just dreams before

Now do I give in to the temptation I'm facin'

The thought of losing a good woman keep me from chasin'

But I'm just a man, at time's the timing is wrong

Plus my d-ck 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-t

These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit

Looking for chesse on some mouse sh-t

Suck a n-gga, f-ck a n-gga, than go run they mouth quick

Rappers took a vacation I came over the house sit

You want change, this that "between the seats in your couch" sh-t

The f-ck you thought, I lost it

All that flame on my name would get exhausted

Au contraire my n-gga 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