[Intro – Spoken / echoed over a dark piano loop]
Funny thing about truth—it don’t spread half as fast as bullshit.
I blinked, and suddenly I was the villain in her story.
Ain’t that some fucked‑up poetry?
[Verse 1 – Melodic Rap]
They whisper my name like I’m hell reborn,
But all I did was stand and not conform.
That bitch spins lies like DJ tracks,
Throws halos on herself while she knives your back.
I call out her game, I’m the “problem” now,
Office full of cowards, heads down, no sound.
She sells her tears, they buy that act,
While I’m stuck wearin’ her fuckin’ mask.
[Hook – Sung / Melodic Pain]
I’m the villain in her story, the devil she made,
Painted my truth with the lies she laid.
They point, they judge, while she gets praise,
But damn, I see the cracks in her play.
[Verse 2 – Melodic Rap]
HR smiles like they don’t see shit,
“Keep it professional,” yeah, miss me with it.
You protect the crown and ignore the scars,
Long as her lies don’t stain your charts.
Her little crew loves that circus spin,
They laugh while I bleed just to keep it in.
I choke on pride, could torch their illusion,
But family first, so I swallow confusion.
[Bridge – Half‑Spoken, rising anger]
She calls herself brave, calls me unstable,
Meanwhile she’s hittin’ folks under the table.
I see fear dressed up as grace,
And every damn rumor’s got her face.
You ever feel truth rot in your throat,
Every fuckin’ lie tied into a noose you wrote?
Still, I won’t snap—not yet. I’m patient.
Justice don’t need rage; it needs documentation.
[Hook – Full / Shouted Melodic Version]
I’m the villain in her story, the threat she craves,
She builds her fame on the pain she gave.
Let her talk, let her fuckin’ pray—
I’ll burn her script when the truth gets played.
[Outro – Spoken, calm menace]
Keep tellin’ your tales, sweetheart.
Heroes and villains trade places every day.
Just remember—when your story ends,
Mine’s still bein’ written.
BlackHawk
