Heathens (freestyle) Lyrics - 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 car got no limits 

It wasn't always this was, 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 I made it, young eyes grown jaded 

They killed my brother dead, wonder why I'd be faded 

Sometimes 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 

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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 Benz 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 

Now it's me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but they fucking now 

That's why I date while I hate them I got 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 us 

Yeah, I've been 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 

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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 til 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 fetus 

Abort this track 'till a beat ain't breathing 

Bitch!