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lirik lagu jered sanders - villian.

[intro: jered sanders]
everybody blames the monster i’ve become
but n0body blames the people that made me that way

[verse: jered sanders]
you ever wonder what it feel like?
when you startin’ from the bottom and you never had a million fans
but your homie on the block stash rock in his timbalands
and he bang steel like caribbean bands
you ever wonder what it feel like?
when your pops not around and your momma work the night, sleep days
still ’bout to get evicted
but dope boys pitching and they new car whippin’ like a runaway slave
and what it feel like
couple pounds in the trap, paper bag sippin’ fifth of crown in the sack
interstate pitchin, couple pounds in the back
the vaseline wrap get the hounds off the tracks, huh?
and what it feel like
got a bible on the dash, but this real life
grandmomma used to say i gotta get my life together
but all i gots’ a bogie and a steel pipe
i don’t need no god speech!
from no suburban kids, living like the cosby’s
that’s why i keep a pistol right beside me
cause a little dark pigment all the cops see
then it’s a homi
man, kinda hard feelin’ creflo dollar and t.d jakes
when all i see is just low dollar, greedy snakes
homies, pitchin’ water, move mountains of the tan
or bang five, six, like they countin’ with they hands
what you know about it, huh?
not a thing
but now you tell me your god say i’m a king?
only palaces i seen are for the brick t~ss~rs
they cribs got more ratchets than a wiic office
and they’d rather be shot, up in a grave
than locked, with bigger time
than clocks, from flava flav
i’d rather be in a box than in a cage
holy water? we need more than a drop to get us saved
teacher giving us stress, the block giving us strife
papa a rolling stone, the preacher don’t give us christ
pitchin’ packs on the corner, look at miami vice
the grams high, for keys the judge giving us life
then we pray to the father, the architect of the vision
the vision kinda divided, making the wrong decision
crying after the gavel, now your homies is snitchin’
he lyin’ after the battle, we fire, somebody get him
cause it’s payback!
i know some top ~~~~~~ from way back
you get your pockets patted, never say jack
send a couple to your temple you get laid flat
hit your temple on that temple that you pray at
a rough city, n0body could scruff with me in virginia
money talk turn into buck fifties
then macs bust, you in a black tux, spiffy
not a gun, pun, you better run, son, [?]
but it’s god in me
and mary, mary, hallelujah [?] my city
they want the maserati and they palms itchy
they hands high, baptism come from my city
cause you get wet and go to god when you get lined quickly
but instead of blaming these cr~p schools
they rather blame all the black dudes and rap fools
they rather tell me i’m bad news
when they the reason that the packagin’ sacks move and fast food
the crack’s cool, homies in cac~oons
straps boom, and cats packin’ the mac in the trap’s cool
“homie, i’m only tryna be that dude”, but man
“good job, i need that too”
i used to watch sesame street and all
captain crunch grubbin’ transformers down the hall
max box collectables, big wheels galore
hoppin’ from couch to couch like it’s lava on the floor
i rock with vegeta from dragon ball
pokémon too, i wanted to catch ’em all
but in my hood, the heroes just trap or ball
and down the block, it’s probably a strap involved
you saying god forgive me for slackin’ off?
cause i’m getting tired of back and forth
they always blame the monster i become
but never think of the reason it started off
the villain

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