Villain In The Story

[Verse 1]
Big beard, inked skin
Soon as I walk in, they decide who I been
She pointin' fingers, I’m the headline sin
Whole life judged by the frame I’m in
They don’t see late nights, rent paid, lights on
They don’t see my hands when the fight’s done
They just see her tears on a white phone
Screenshot lies turned to right-wrong
Pulled my heart out, put it in her palms
She twist the truth till it sound like Psalms
Postin’ them quotes like she so calm
While she burn my name in her friends’ front lawn
[Chorus]
You made me the villain in the story
Painted me black, took all the glory
Big heart, big love, you tore it up slowly
Now I’m stone, I’m smoke, I’m lonely
Got ‘em all talkin’ like they know me
Point at my face, say I’m unholy
Gave you the world, you broke it, you sold me
Now I’m cold, I’m cold
And you wrote that for me (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You see beard, see rage, that’s your whole script
You don’t see the man, just the old pics
You don’t see the calls when your soul slipped
Held you through the tremors of your own guilt
You turned my kindness to a weapon on safety
Told every stranger “he crazy, he hate me”
They clap for your act, that applause don’t faze me
I know what I carried when the weight got heavy
Now they side-eye, whisper when I walk by
Got my name in they mouth like a small lie
But I sleep fine, ‘cause I know I ain’t that guy
You lost a real one tryna sell a bad guy
[Chorus]
You made me the villain in the story
Painted me black, took all the glory
Big heart, big love, you tore it up slowly
Now I’m stone, I’m smoke, I’m lonely
Got ‘em all talkin’ like they know me
Point at my face, say I’m unholy
Gave you the world, you broke it, you sold me
Now I’m cold, I’m cold
And you wrote that for me (yeah)
[Bridge]
Let ‘em all judge when they don’t know facts
Let ‘em all stare at the beard, at the tats
I’ll keep my soul, you can keep your act
I lost your love, but I got me back (got me back)

rap, Dark, aggressive rap over booming low-end and sharp trap percussion; male vocals with a gritty, close-mic delivery. Verses ride a menacing, swung pocket with eerie bell textures and distant vocal chops; hook explodes with layered shouts, distorted ad-libs, and stuttered drops. Final chorus adds subtle choir pads and widening delays for a cinematic, vengeful climax., world