lilbubblegum - villain Lyrics

Supreme, you're a bitch

Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown
Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home
Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove
They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros

Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down
I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground
Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel
I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud

There's a price to that ice, not the cash, but a life
Got me questioning, like, "Why? Did you do it for that ride?"
That's my brother and my slime, I can't accept what you decide
Got the keys in yo' hands, don't accelerate that light

I've been sick and tired of lies that I'm tellin' myself
I've been lettin' all my pride get in the way of my health
Reminiscing every time that I'm feeling that belt
That's the prize, it's worth more than trophies stacked on my shelf

Accomplishments, I'm way too positive, you thinking negative
While I've been thinking quite the opposite, I used to have no pot to piss
Was quiet, now I'm confident, but only within moderate
Surpassed every record, that's only counting my whole continent

One hundred milly, for really, estimate, not approximate
Fire, KILLY, my city pyro, it need some oxygen
Got hella biddies, I pity them because they Protestant
Shiesty, no Pooh, I stay winning, they turn to apologist

She rip my clothes, Beyblade, that's a red flag, mayday
I done dropped out of my school, but I be dux in rap game
Forget the labor and all the papers on dark nights, it's rained
All my fears became nightmares, shit had me haunted by Crain

Catch me with my slatt, slatt, ESO got my back, back
Put us on the map, man, don't be tryna cap, man
It's so ironic and I'll be honest that they mad, mad
Tall poppy syndrome, you know it's real and it's a fact, man

Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown
Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home
Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove
They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros

Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down
I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground
Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel
I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud (yeah)