Villematic

Yeah 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 bitch is gon' test ya I got some shit 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' birdie told me on the low you got a Illmatic" Nobody touching Nas, nigga, it's more like Villematic Uh, 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? (Gon' sell) I guess it's in God's hands I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say, "Goddamn" That's for your non-believers, I'm the truth, only time'll teach ya And fuck the haters, probably never love they mamas neither Old bitter-ass sit around in middle class Homes with computers on, hatin' on the newest song While y'all was browsin', I was takin' out them student loans Tryna do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on (grew up on) Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on Talk is cheap, it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home Hah, 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 bullshitting, and that nigga 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 bitches 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 times, the timing is wrong Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of its own But I'm tryna be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit These hos the same, all that change is the outfit (the outfit) Looking for cheese on some mouse shit Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga, 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 shit (couch shit) The fuck you thought, I lost it? All that flame on my name would get exhausted Au contraire, my nigga, 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 Hey