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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeand the whole world is the Ville
Love put me on the cornerLove put me in the streetLove put me on the corner (Yeah)Love put me in the street (Uh)What I rep to the death is where my steps were first takenAt that same time, my moms felt the earth shakin'Under her, her youngest son was aBaby Godzilla, raised amongst the dazedAnd the crazy-eyed killers, uhThe V-I-L-L-ESome of thеm sell cars, some of them sеll weedSome of them sell pills, some of them sell ki'sSome of them sell grills, some of them sellStudio time so that you can go rhymeUsing your mind to dream bigger than most doWell, listen close, the perfect nigga to coach youIs on the mic to ignite the 'Ville's first at flightI'm a Wright brotherThe hardest nigga on the mic, got a white motherShe picked a hell of a spotFrom the bottom, one day her son was finna dwell at the topYeah, I been all around the world, but I never forgotThe fuckin'—'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleI said the 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleThe 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleI said the 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EThe best cyphers was football gamesOr at the skatin' rink, wherever all the neighborhoods cameA lot of niggas carried razors and be hangin' with gangsBut when I started rappin', I wasn't afraid of them thangsI started killing niggas one by oneThe crowd was gettin' bigger, when I got doneThey said, "Youngin is a problem", but yet and stillWe in an unknown city where no record dealsHad ever filled somebody's pockets, that's when I clocked itIf they won't come to me, I'll go to them and make a profitI took it up top, now can you visualize the optics?The only southern nigga that New York ever adopted, aQueens nigga with the honorary doctorate, butStill, the 'Ville remains in my veinsI came to do what I claim I do to attainWhat was ordained unattainable for a nigga from the—'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleThe 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleI said the 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleI'm from the 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-ENow, this tale was composed for thoseWho arose within this lil' area code on the globeLike the rose that grows from out the concrete abodeYou gotta just go, no matter the goalYou're from a beautiful, but not reputable placeYou seen your fair share of funeral datesBut smiles far outweigh the tearsEmbrace the hurt, don't downplay your fearsIt may take yearsJust keep your eyes on the road as you steerKeep all negative peers in your rear-view mirror'Cause most niggas is scared, they wanna be safeAnd they gon' try to tear you downBecause you wanna be greatIn order for there to be love, there's gonna be hateRemember, this life ain't guaranteedTalk to the mic for your therapyAim for the top, you'll be there with me, from the—'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleThe 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleI'm from the 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleThe 'Ville, the motherfuckin' 'VilleF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-EF-A-Y-E-T-T-E-V-I double L-ELove put me on the cornerLove put me in the streetLove put me on the cornerLove put me in the street
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