Lyrics Back To the Ville (Dee Ell P) (feat. DJ Premier) - Henri

I'm '07 Bron with the sweatband
A Prodigy, I'm causing Havoc when I write, can start a Mobb with my left hand
If you got something pussy, say it with your chest man
This ain't my last, but this my best dance

Look I never backpedal, robot brain and my back metal
My high on Kawhi, I be balling on that level
Young teacher, rich ether, I feature, the track settled
Raps special, city's vessel, goddammit I'm that bezzled

I never slow the speed, run the after party like Jodeci
Notice me on Bacardi, you know it's G
Flow is sweet, keep going gnarly where the finest poets be
Know it's heat, toast then I'm getting started and grow to feed

I never lay down, working while I'm working
Them other hoes twerking, my baby home I ain't searching
Got what I need, a brain surgeon
And the way my bird slurping, out of body going third person

Look I got so much to be thankful for, swear my angle north
Breaking ankles when I'm driving boy, on god I bank the court
Rank the torch, I'm hotter than Nevada, the Don Dada
Shot caller, make 'em holla, cause they see I got dollars

Look, Scarleto, weed in my cigar legal
Smoke up, see the stars gleam, then I depart ego
Bull on my car key, hard see, I'm part Tito's
Drank push the needle, go 'head and go mark C notes

I'm really lifted chucking deuces at the seagulls
Homies in the crib, they sipping on that Casamigos
I'm crunching numbers like it's Fritos
Look I've been the goat with the rope since 03, but no Greedo

My blunt rolled out, now going Melo with the fade
I see they all fake, I'm saying hello to the shade
But 'bout to be copping yellow diamonds, shining every day
They see this young fellow climbing, don't know what I played

But I seen it all, was broke, barred out, was fucking up the law
I kept my distance, I rarely had to draw
But still quick to light one up
Buckshot, ODB crazy, living it raw but

Got no flaws, just greatness out of my jaws
Gained patience, now they staying in place for my cause
Never been complacent, got a little taste, then raced out the basement
Bad boy, just like how Mase went

I'll never be erased, there's no replacements
It's middle fingers, bitch, I'm always making statements
I need my payments to bring y'all that engagement
But if I catch arraignment, it's from my entertainment

Look, I'm a leader, certified and blowing up your speaker
Always making hits like I be Jeter
Rivera on the mound, throw a heater in the mic
Look, I'm losing balance off a liter full of Sprite

But I'm too dope, I'm too ill with no pill
Just real, pockets fat, be Uncle Phil, but no deal
Never standing still, keep it trill on my kill
Stackin' big bills, while bringing it back to the Ville