[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 n***as 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
N***as 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