Correction Lyrics Villains by Styles P

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Termanology
It's real things going on, real things, playboy, right
We're just here to give you music to survive to, you know

Introducing me, UFO Fev from the [?]
Dropping jewellery, I'll leave a bracelet at your eulogy
Foolery, thought you knew the language of the gods
I speak it fluently, perfect like a rhino in it's horn
It's the prince of the mathematicians but in song
Sold drugs, so if you added it up, don't get me wrong
I'm as real as the flesh you occupy in every form
Spread the virus where I'm spitting that sh*t
You've been informed and infected
I grew up where the children get neglected
Raised by the reckless, history manifested
Yo, I hit the block like TRL most requested
They stand outside the building till they run into detectives
We hire and spend the profits on the necklace
I plan to meet [?] out in Texas
I pray my daughter meets a man with a plan and a nexus
Not a Lexus, who the f**k needs a car?
You need that game, playboy, we here to get that real

Ayo, the crystal is in the blow like untouched snow
Made a speed boat spiked his nose with uncut dough
We're not [?], we're the workers make the city move
We take a week off, n***as wouldn't know what to do
Scratch the surface
I bet you find a diamond when you listen to these verses
I provide a service, your style is worthless
It wouldn't feel you in a church, soul is purchased
I f**k around and hit him where it hurts
Bring the hearses

They call me OG P
If I get down, I get dirty like I'm ODB
Anytime I see a mic, I get OCD
I was treacherous when Treach made OPP
Yeah, it's Ghost, Term' and UFO
Probably many UFO
'Bout to hit a spliff below the hommie quarter to the fore
What's the ticket on the brick?
You was lit, then you would know
f**k you asking me for? (f**k you asking me for?)
They killed them in New York, well
I was down to be more, I'm just trying to see more
Rule to success, ain't no time for a detour
The lord's words, European v, I'm a b-boy
Ever cross me, guaranteed, you get a keloid
Build then I destroy, something like the gods do
Leave em in the trunk of a car, just like the mob do
Ever try f**king with Ghost, bring a [?]
Yeah!

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