Vic Mensa – Heir To The Throne lyrics

This the beginning of a new dynasty
I hope you niggas come prepared
You should be very scared
They tryna tell me Vic chill you ain't playing fair
How you think I got here like the opposite of Nair
I just want the winning chair
I pledge to live revolution, you acting off reaction
Real niggas in my faction
So if I need a burner squeeze, I don't pop it, I just pass it
Let my shooter take that shot like John Paxson
Please, don't blow me I'm sick, you don't wanna see me sneeze
Wrestling with depression you could get DDTed
I'm the link like EBT where black like BET
Shout to my London niggas at the BBC
Mother fuckers jump to conclusions
Try and box me somehow I always comeback like Rocky
ASAP gave me some game he said I'm iller than any of these rap niggas who gon' try to advise me
That's why I never listen, I don't respect tradition
Never talk to the cops, you end up dead in prison
My nigga lil' E came out full grown
Got pulled over driving back through the hood home
Niggas is targets and we ain't even started
You don't wanna see me go Black Eyed Peas retarded
Black out on one of these artists sneak dissing and spot you like you wearing the red shirt at target
Couple rap niggas you'd thought we was crew (Straight Up!)
Real life niggas is corny what can I do (Straight Up!)
Rich boy rappers get the notion that they tough
You a cheddar Bob you better shooting yourself
I just ordered the Glock because we at war with the cops
Police saying off the street more than a block
They shooting niggas down like a gazelle to a lion
It's hard to keep calm when real niggas is dying
I grab iron I am the beast shoot at police
Hide out in the condo caught a alias on a lease
Is aliens in the projects outer space in the streets
We ready for war nigga you ready to be deceased
Compare me to Chief Keef, cause niggas is weak minded
I'm the heir to the throne, must you be reminded?
I just signed a deal with the Illuminati
That's how I got the Ye feature and got super poppin'
They watchin', wanna know whats up with the album
And the hair, where you get your rock and roll style from?
Young Jimmy Page, I'm on a different page
I get different pay got different ways to make it
Niggas turn their back on me so many times, I gotta front
I ain't have 50 Cent, Nas, teach you how to stunt
I pray to you to remain true to skip school and
They ain't been in my shoes but assume my shit is shoo-in
Like I ain't sleep in a car seat with nothing to eat
On a tour with J Cole I ain't make a dollar a show
Don't fucking talk to me about paid dues
Don't chalk my success up to Kanye influence
Nigga, I made U Mad before I met dude ass
That's no disrespect that's my nigga you knew that
But mother fuckers always act like I ain't prove that
I been killing these niggas since my high school raps
On my cop killer shit like ice T back
With a Roc-A-Fella lim and a little black panther
A side of Shakur mixed in with Fred Hampton
And there you have it kid now, "Can I Live"?

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