Village Boy
VERSE 1:
I’m a village boy living in these village streets
Growing up I had to face responsibilities
The eldest born, my family depend on me
Headshot the industry and now I’m on a killing streak
This more than just a game, got masterful abilities
Survival of the fit, you know the rules, it’s either him or me
Mortal Kombat, a fatality couldn’t finish me
I’ve traveled lightyears, I’m tryna go beyond infinity
I’m buzzing when they feeling me, higher than the ceiling be
Nice at this admittedly, I am the epitome
Try and get up into me, set fire to their bigotry
Reflecting negativity, that’s why they never mirror me
Rewind the record, this a lesson in agility
Man, check the Method, got a sting like a killer bee
Crowns seem to fit on me, sharper than a guillotine
You already know where I’m from, I’m where the realest be

CHORUS:
They couldn’t script a better picture boy
Where my people at? Yeah bring the noise
When one of us wins, we all feel the joy
Recognise you’re messing with a village boy
A village boy
A village boy
Hey I stay busy boy
You’re messing with a village boy
VERSE 2:
I see no changes
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
How much longer they gon punish those who ask for help?
I’m coming for the dealer, ain’t feeling the cards we’re dealt
Yeah, spare me your sympathy
Keep your good intentions coz you’re serving inconsistency
Got no faith in the system they believe in so religiously
When it comes to success, I guess I see things differently
Everybody want that transformer money
But me I want that transform my community money
That we don’t have to rely on them coward dudes money
That build our own platforms, making power moves money
You know the reason, I’ma do what I have to do
Yo man I’m peaking, I am at a higher altitude
I’m never coming down you can keep the damn parachute
Go hard or go home’s the village boys’ attitude
VERSE 3:
Check the message, this ain’t about mass appeal
If you not from the village then I doubt you know how we feel
The writings on the wall, they run the game like track and field
If you poor, black or beige you getting screwed like a power drill
They talk about the West like we dumb, deaf and blind
But we’re schooled by the struggle so my people extra wise
Heavy lifters, we treat trouble like it’s exercise
Yeah I take my city with me, it never gets left behind