- Vic Mensa heathens freestyle. 歌詞
- Vic Mensa
- All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for hem to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abused
Grew up around heathens
The streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane
Swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black card got no limits
It wasn't always this way, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case
A nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you
Better wear a vest
We packing like a Lunchable
We live in constant threat
My history is filled
With a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past
Doing this victory lap
Surprised that I made it
My young eyes grown jaded
Since they killed my brother dead
Wonder why I'd be faded
At times I feel guilty for
Being the boy who lived
I could've been the one
With that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid
When I woke up still alive
On that hospital bed
I still feel violence
I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there's 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W lobby
Man trust
You can rock a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say
Pull your pants up
Since you in the county
They don't want you to stand up
Niggas say you change
As soon as you get your bands up
I find it funny how
I'm getting money now
Them girls don't treat me like
An ugly duckling now
The same ones used to laugh at my TC
Me and Perrie
Excuse my French but they fuckingnow
That's why I date
Like I hate them I show no love
I was set an ultimatum on the tour bus
It's very simple you can walk
If you don't bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta fuck both of us
Yeah, I be with heathens
But I've earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me
I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a little ice
But y'all know me
I don't rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds
That's how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about timing
So every roll call
I make sure I'm signed in
Wait, they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist
How my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Mario Winans
Puff know I got him
If niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please don't even speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi
Where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em, these heathens leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he's leaking
Get him to the church
He gon' need a deacon
Running like DMC's Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la vida
Outta' this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl
Cut her off like a fetus
Abort this track 'till a beat
Ain't breathing, bitch!
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