Song title: Chilling like a villain (Death Toll) Parental advisory The world of Rap. Raps that'd I purse. Been called a false prophet. deal or no deal like Wayne Brady. Dipped in sauce dipped in butter. Born to make a killing, Like it or love it my haters didn't wanna see me succeed Over an over and over again uhh Like Poe man dope man dope Man. Mic check 212. The bigger Man I'm. Pop's trophy child. Just a child my father death in the hub city Cpt Bompton. The tender age of 6. I'm forced to be a man. Listen take note. Ugh Rest in peace to my rap four father's. I peel off like a banana (skirting) in the intersection. For my peeps for my section, Celebrate while u can. To my fellow rappers Recite. Replenish and repeat. Been chillaxin. uhh chilling like a villain I'm in the buildin feeling like Yee, rip I'm doing the thizz face Mac Dre where them rappers be getting they lingo from, the home of the sideshow chicka wicked wild West. No vest. Home of Will Smith. Uhh Damaged state of mind California state of rhythm. A momma's boy. A born winner, Winners choice I use to tap pencils. Busting beats in class. for my niggaas + Fashawn. Now I freestyle just like him.That Southside time zone. holla back if feeling me I'ma geta record deal an paint what I want. Chum bucket Lil plankton I'm seasoned like Ms dash. it's a cold world without any cash, Tank tops overalls an khakis. A ninety's babe. The underground railroad to mainstream media. Hova as I kick push. All I really wanted was to be a part of something bigger than myself. Half these rappers need to go stealth mode. Boy I've never mumbled my peace. Spoke about it in my first basement tape. Speak my peace preach peace Don Corleone with my Jesus piece. Umm Sup Dawg giving dap to my Gs. The supplier had that fire. We're young and relevant, listening to Dr Dre Choric album like Fuck wit Dre day. We had our own ambitions but my niggaa who's to say.