Village Idiot - Haystak, Haystack

'Stak know case shells go through 'llac doors

Still I’m at the redlight 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 redlight in front of the cops

Uhh!

The truth bring pain with it

Keep talking I can’t hear you for them plain 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 plain 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 plain 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 plain engines

Fact is every village got some idiots in it

They play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute