[Intro: T3]

Uh—yeah

It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the Villa

Yeah

[Chorus]

Aye, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, the—the—the illest all day

All day, aye, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the Villa, yeah

[Verse 1: T3]

Yeah, from that city-raised moto-bot[?]

To the blocks were them dudes serving heli rocks

Yeah, and them fiends worship demigods

Remember when I slept I used to duck from gun shots

It wasn’t privilege, it wasn’t in our lineage

Never idiots we just city kids where The Village is

Tryna benefit, fuck dollas and cinnamons

From the tenements where they ill again and they sin again

Wearing the same summer shoes

Kids will front on you

Your [?] ain’t do it [?] blow in your living room

Some lace a blunt or two mine was small tunnel view

The way I fumbled through and made you and came out original

The hood il’ pull at you

Feeling just like a Rubik’s cube

They spin and move you it’s similar to a hula-hoop

I planted roots in these haters they catch the stomach flu

If the devil himself can’t stop us then who the fuck is you?

Helicopters on our blockas it’s like the daily news

Then we shake em’ like maracas because we had the moves

These times’ pitiful I stayed out the tentacles

Of the system that be insisting niggas is criminal

They will flip and twist you get you up off your pivotal

Then they hit you and tend to lynch you and turn it physical

Incidents is intentional drama be like critical

From that same system they never get us they livin' though

Ah!

[Chorus]

Ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, the—the—the illest all day

All day, yo, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, the—the—the Villa (Uh, uh)

Yeah, uh, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, the—the—the illest all day (All day)

Uh, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, the—the—the illest all day, all day (All day)

[Verse 2: YOUNG RJ]

Hard to keep it going when they send em at your head

Detroit players by any means it is read

If you can’t see it you need to get a higher res

Its game or your or nothing, these shots ready for busting

A hundred thousand reasons you don’t want to be the hundredth

Niggas keep it business and keep it out of the public

Can’t compartmentalize “Who am I?” discussion

Made bank and I made good and they loved it

Shout out to the baddies that I scooped at the Coney on them

Back when I used to mess with Keisha same time when I copped my first Rollie on them

But years later when Jada got stoney on them

(Uh yeah) we was coping roll bars

We was going ape shit

We was cooking up all this work in Dilla basement

Never played Follow the Leader we still the Apex

Filling up your tape deck

Win more and say less, yes

[Chorus: Slum Village + T3]

It’s the Villa, the—the—the illest all day

All day, aye, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the Villa (All day)

Yeah, aye, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the illest all day (Uh, uh)

Yeah, uh, ayo, we came a long way

It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the Villa, yeah