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Fifty cops, Tyson [?], Holyfield I just hope when Mayweather go broke, I got the dope for his The man in the mirror my only nemesis This is what a villain is Fifty cops, Tyson [?], Holyfield I just hope when Mayweather go broke, I got the dope for his The man in the mirror my only nemesis This is what a villain is Chrome heartless, black marble, twin revolvers Do the exhausting, beautiful death, bury me inside a crystal coffin Here painting portraits and statues in the foyer of my fortress Paranoid so I got extra locks on ever single door-head My shooters are programmed and they always stay loaded Fuck all my enemies, this is the genesis Venomous, heartless, told y'all I'm limitless The man in the mirror my only nemesis This is what a villain is I need Warhol dollies hanging of the ceiling Basquiat's money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners Guard dogs, snipers on the roof, I'm swimming chilling It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain I need Van Gogh's, tip-toeing on my marble floor like you got glass ? ? Since I've been winning, it's been hitting different Letras de cancionesIt's like I'm livin' like some type of villain Demons with angel's faces Backstabbers watch 'em shapeshift You got servants on your payroll My life's Hennessey & halos I get everything I pray for Treat your top five like a cake walk Yo blood on the cement outlined in grey chalk All praise to the highest most if you ain't know Walk through the chronic smoke, phenomenal The sickness and antidote Bitches love me better, with my shirt off like D'Angelo Time to roll, unstoppable, lock and load, young and volatile if y'all don't know I know niggas that main hobbies is catching bodies Like a fire man in the inferno in a building lobby Had to bury my father, I'll probably never resolve Still remember our last convos on the phone I said that I'll kill him when I saw 'em Who knew that next time I'll see him was in the coffin The law of attraction, be careful what you talking Three eyes open, hell hound barking Bloody my heels, I'm running exhausted What don't I lie on beats, ? allegory Baby when you give me head, please make it more passionate for me I'm flashy as an acid trip, just bask in the glory I need Warhol dollies hanging of the ceiling Basquiat's money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners Guard dogs, snipers on the roof, I'm swimming chilling It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain I need Van Gogh's, tip-toeing on my marble floor like you got glass ? ? Since I've been winning, it's been hitting different It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain From Letras Mania