Vic Mensa - Children Of The Sun Lyrics
[Verse 1]Listen, we the children of the sun, nigga, shine brighterHe the beatmaker, Im the rhymewriterYo, check your cell, I got it locked like a crime fighterI scribble legends of the future, Im the time writerWalking through the broken piecesI break bread with gangsters, bankers, bossesReach the unspoken speechlessWhole court of the streets, middle finger to my teachersFlirting with the *****es in the bleachersOoh, whats new? Heard you been working on some ill shitNiggas say yall bringing back that real shitThats right, yoLet me get my moment, time to put the *****es on itWhen you stacking dollarsSaving money youse a big componentMe, Im in it to own it, aint fixated on no short shitNiggas dont like it, ***** em with a horsedickWho drop heaters? of course, VicNiggas making their music constipated, they force shitI let it flow, inhale the weed then let it go, that medicalGrown niggas cant get into places I already goMy nigga, let it goYou scary otter, Im Harry PotterYou petty Peter PettigrewAint never tripping about a silly hoeSaid listen when I start rippingBut holla if you hear me thoughI ***** hoes, eat cheeriosSaid she could eat breakfastBut I told her Id be strizzy with some cerealHere we go, hold up, hold upLet me get back, watch your backIn the city where the semi klick klackOh, read it, my nigga interview thatSaveMoney to the front, get with them or move backOh yes, its KTD, we in the trapShe said she like the way I rapGirl you should see me in the sackOh, now drop it back lowSwimming in the women like a tadpoleKnow a couple hoes be doing mad blow, its sad, yoI put it to the back burner, habitual sack burnerRevolution; Nat TurnerFast learner and regular cash earnerTrying to turn the game into some different shitSpit that shit reflect the situations that we livin withTell em something significant, get us out of this deficitUp from out the depression shit, off of all of that extra shitI aint saying that shit aint cool, we just need less of itThis is the New Testament