Lyrics Village Idiot - Haystak

Stak know case, shells go through 'llac doors
Still, I'm at the red light, like what's up, though
It's so sickenin', when I get demeanin' em
And that's not my opinion, I got victims
Crack flow, watch how it cover the continent
In a room full of rappers, I was always dominate
Common sense got me in the spot I'm in, see
Confidence kept me hear, y'all can't touch me
In reality, honestly
I see whiteboy won't respond to me, or acknowledge me
That'll put me where I 'spose to be, in '03
God was with me, y'all couldn't starve me
Pop a bottle, that was for R&B
That's for anybody on it, er-body who want it
Uhh
The truth hurt, don't it
I'll put numbers on your head, like that boy on the Omen
Saw me, back in Northern California
When I was comin' up, we were diein' over Jordans
I look back, see old heads snortin'
And bloodstains, and that's why I moved forward
Woodgrain was everything, even if it came
At the price of getting caught up, and them blowing out your brains
Ran hot, handcuffed, screwed and chopped
Doin' a bob, at a red light, in front of the cops
Uhh!

The truth bring pain with it
Keep talking, I can't hear you for them plane engines
Fact is, every village got some idiots in it
They play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute

The truth bring pain with it
Keep talking, I can't hear you for them plane engines
Fact is, every village got some idiots in it
They play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute

Stak sees exactly what's happenin'
I'll fill this club up, with sergeants and captains
Way too active, you think I'm actin'
I just stopped nappin', I'll be right back in
Just in the "D" I was headin' to Kansas
Meanwhile... you was hitting your mansion
What is life, if it comes at the price
Of sleepless nights, and the pressure of a vice
That's the life momma birthed me into
Not something the Interscope turned me into
I am what I am, I ain't tryna be
Nothin', you ain't gotta put the tool on me
I'm the whole 10, two 5's ten 1's
You washed up, and done, that's my opinion
Unless I can light a fire in your guts
Yo Em, I ain't know you sold your nuts, homie

'Ey man for real, I'm gettin' like, kinda bored doin' this
And if you don't respond,
I'm just, like gonna use that as,like validity to the fact
That you ain't no man,
And, uh, I'm a boss, player... you feel what I'm talkin' bout
Where'd that beat go

Whiteboy, I'ma showstopper, a strap popper, a sole product [?]
No soap opera, no doctor
No nurses, or workers so buy that hearse
This could be the last verse, Stak's worth
Uhh!
So I brought agony and pain with me
I ain't tell em nothin' they just think they on a plane with me
Till I stood up with that razor and latch
Up in the cockpit, and goin' straight in your ass
I know the Midwest hustle, tried it with no boo boo
They'll snatch you out your car and
Have that right there, out on Youtube
Little dudes, doin' sons representin' you
Doin' what dude they look up to, won't do
I ain't no Insane Clown, but I'm a damn fool
Jesus died for me, and G's'll ride for me
It's not money, when dudes on the edge of they seat
They never should of gave so many points to me
I'm the underdog, get these exclusives, the murder dog
I'm too real for TV, too Hollywood for E
I'm the Jackie Robinson of this industry
The first WB, that made them see
I was somethin' like them, and they was somethin' like me
This is for everybody, who feel abandoned
'Cause that Whiteboy fell off and left ya stranded
Uhh!

(Wade in the water...)

The truth bring pain with it
Keep talking, I can't hear you for them plane engines
Fact is, every village got some idiots in it
They play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute

The truth bring pain with it
Keep talking, I can't hear you for them plane engines
Fact is, every village got some idiots in it
They play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute