Eklavya Kaushal - VILLAIN ARC ANTHEM

(Nah, fuck this beat)
(nah, fuck this shit)

{Verse}
I been outside, fuck the ones who be doubtin’
I don’t need help, I don’t beg for no pardons
Pour it all in, bitch, ,til the sprite darkens
Circle too tight, this ain’t Madison Square Garden
Get yo' ass off of my face
You fraudulent hype, no ring
(You just a James harden)
You been a bitch since the day one
Fuck it, man, I already knew bout it

Securing the wins
I was just tryna stay in my zone
Then I was playing away
But we still sent her mans right back to home
Now his bitch in my face
(I don’t wanna speak,)
(Just leave me alone)
But she keep on yappin’
I ain’t tryna tap-in
Already got my digits
With a heart on her phonе
I didn’t even had hers savеd
Had to check her name through caller-ID
Playin’ me on her playlist
Then keeps her phone right in front of the seat
She tryna roll it up
Back it up
Bend it over
(Slippin' way too easily,)

Nah, don’t hit me again
If next time yo' ass can't keep no receipts

(Hook)
I can’t get attached still
Cause your loves for the streets
Her mans ask me “why Reece?”
‘Cause these hooks made yo’ bitch scream-

Run that shit (right back-back-back)
Run that shit (right back-back-back)
Run that shit (right back-back-back)
Run that shit (right back-back-back)

Run that shit (right back-back-back)
Run that shit (right back-back-back)
Run that shit (right back-back-back)
Run that shit (right back-back-back)
(REAL TRAP SHIT BITCH)