Vally Love - Dreamville Resume Lyrics

Ain't no one greater than Val
Haters try taking his style, might take em a while
He too busy taking the the crowd, who's too busy screaming out loud
So please cut out
When she get horny she pout, I copy and paste on her mouth like grease from the chicken
Deeper than dirt in the south, we Willie Hutch working it out
No cotton picking we on now
We been in control for a long while
You better wake up like you Spike Lee
Or start dying in jail like the Green Mile
Shits about to go down like gravity
And whatever you wiping your ass with
If I talk it's real, there's no room capping unless that I'm rocking a dad fit
From the mouth of the bus lady, please stay out my isle or you getting your ass kicked
Ooh

And you know that I'm on now
I do what I say and I say what I mean
I mean what i meant when I said that im mean
Whenever I'm angry like Hulk turning green
But how is it mean when he mean what he means
Oops I'm kinda confusing
On the daily I'm kind of amusing
Like a fighter game who are you choosing
Getting nervous you know that you losing
On the freeway to heaven im cruising
Talked to god and he said that I'm booming
Activated like a Wonder Twin
Like Nike and Jordan I'm fusing
I beat up the beat til it's bruising
And the garbage they talk is real soothing
Vally Boy suck? that's news news
I don't even think that's a Blues Clue
You know I'm the shit like some doo doo
And your girl even call me her pooh pooh

I was walking to work everyday with a smile on my face getting closer to better days
I was never a bum I still kept it g i was at bus stop with a pair of Js
Even tho I was broke i never looked dirty like dirt and I kept me a curly fade
Cause the people are watching, you never know if your blessing might sneak up on you today
So you see that I got I'm great (HUH)
Don't matter the time of the day (OOH)
Ima keep shooting my shot (SHOOT)
The finals of year 93'
This beat is my target today in the range
Vally Love is what be my name
Even behind I'm ahead of the game
Ima be humble no matter the fame
Had plenty days I was digging for change
Paying the bills I was going insane
Rapping with Cole is the reason I came
Mention the Ville when you talking bout dreams
This is my resume to the Ville
This is my Cover Sheet to the Roc
Down at the bottom
Those who ain't give me love
Those who ain't give me slop
Please don't hit me with that fake love, I'm eating chicken at the top
Bye