Vic Mensa - Heir To The Throne (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Intro)

Roc-A-Fella has stepped into the buildin'

We ain't come here to tell ya our signs

We ain't come here to tell ya how old we are

We ain't come here to tell if we got wives

Childrens we ain't tell ya that we got cars

Twinkes, twenty inch rims but all's that's not in the know

We came here to shut down New York, I promise ya man

I came to tell them, I know what I came to tell 'em

I don't wanna do no photo shoots no articles

(Verse)

This the beginnin' of a new dynasty

I hope ya niggas come prepared

Ya should be very scared

They tryna tell me Vic chill ya ain't playin' fair

How ya think I got here like the opposite of Nair

I just want the winnin' chair

I pledge to live revolution, ya actin' 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, ya don't wanna see me sneeze

Wrestlin' with depression ya could get DDTed

I'm the link like EBT where black like BET

Shout to my London niggas at the BBC

Muthafuckas jump to conclusions

Try and box me sumehow I always comeback like Rocky

ASAP gave me sum' game he said I'm iller than any of these rap niggas who gon' try to advise me

That's why I neva listen, I don't respect tradition

Neva talk to the cops, ya end up dead in prison

My nigga lil' E came out full grown

Got pulled over drivin' back through the hood home

Niggas is targets and we ain't even started

Ya don't wanna see me go black eyed peas retarded

Black out on one of these artists sneak dissin' and spot ya like ya wearin' 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

Ya a cheddar Bob ya better shootin' yoself

I just ordered the Glock because we at war with the cops

Police sayin' off the street mo' than a block

They shootin' niggas down like a gazelle to a lion

It's hard to keep calm when real niggas is dyin'

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 ya ready to be deceased

Compare me to Chief Keef, cause niggas is weak minded

I'm the heir to the throne must ya 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 ya get yo 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 ya how to stunt

I pray to ya to remain true to skip school and

They ain't been in my shoes but assume my shit is shoe in

Like I ain't sleep in a car seat with nothin' to eat

On a tour with J Cole I ain't make a dollar a show

Don't fuckin' 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 ya knew that

But motha fuckers always act like I ain't prove that

I been killin' these niggas since my high school raps

On my cop killer shit like ice T back

With a Roc-A-Fella lim and a lil black panther

A side of Shakur mixed in with Fred Hampton

And there ya have it kid now, 'Can I Live'?

(Outro)

No mo' interviews, cut the tape