Vic Mensa - Heathens Freestyle lyrics

[Hook: Tyler Joseph] 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 [Verse: Vic Mensa] Grew up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a mini van Banana clips for gorillas and cold k**ers Percy Miller black car got no limits It wasn't always this was, I can attest To nights I carried lead case a n***a 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 k**ed my brother dead, wonder why I'd be faded Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, it could've been me 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 n***as 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 f**ing 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 f** 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 n***as k** 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 til they find that max Jay signed him Could be an astrologist how my stars aligning I f** with Bad Boy like I'm Mario Winans Puff know I got him if n***as 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 b**h!