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Vic Mensa – VENDETTA Lyrics

VENDETTA By Vic Mensa

I draw first blood be the first to set it off
Niggas been taking my name lightly, they ain’t like me, they don’t know who I can get involved
Have Chairman dead it all
They get a little cheese, become rats, or end up blickin’ themselves they Cheddar Bob
Price on my life I’m worth my weight in gold
What’s 10 racks I spend that on wing tips at Comme De in Seoul
Sharks wing plate with the lemon pepper
These jokers get too deep in character man… R.I.P. Heath Ledger
V tape and the V for Vendetta
Smokin’ a Garcia Vega in Bottega Venetta
I’m too real for tv stupid me
Only talked to TMZ cause I wanted niggas to see the suit was Dries
How the fuck they gon cancel you?
When you got two bitches kissing in Venice at the Whitney Biennial
That’s why they call it the biennial
That was Bella Hadid dress I had on now she got on my Amiri shoes
Niggas act like I quit fuckin bitches
Like I ain’t in Paris three times a year stunting on you niggas
Like they forgot who brought me in this business
Ain’t talked to Ye since he been religious all my Dior is still a Christian
I sacrificed for the greater vision
Sometimes you gotta pay the ultimate price to make niggas pay attention

Still alive I’ll tell you niggas a million times
This a FAQ fuck all your questions
What’s up with all the weapons?
Can you stop getting arrested?
Please forgive me I know not who’s kid I affected
We might get hit with the Rico my niggas just so reckless
Had threesomes in Sweden at Four Seasons
Way I run it up think I need me a orthopedist, yea
I’m saucin’ like uncle remus
The brain was so cold I had to keep on the Montcler Genus
What up to Corey – Leaders, Sir & Madame, Fresh Goods
Smoking dope in conversation with Vivienne Westwood
Mensa Mansa Musa
Present past and future
Fans say I been missing like I crashed in Bermuda
I pack a Ruger ’cause the shooter be the man than new ya
On my block kids turn stone like a black Medusa
These losers tried to put a hit on me
I matched that 50 piece, started a dispensary I’m a different breed
I really got niggas faded
Could have been smoked for a pound like DARE make me feel guilty I made it
Talk to James on the phone daily
He 26 in Dixon they don’t want him out until he turn 80
That’s why I ain’t patriotic leave that to Tom Brady
Show in Dublin I get Irish Cream nigga not Bailey’s
Raised in shark infested waters where it’s next to lawless
Stray shots make you a black carcass like Maxine Waters
Or leave you crippled no Calvin Braudus
Sons and daughters never met they fathers they look up to rappers and ballers
I stopped hanging with artists, they don’t meet my standards
We all in designer y’all just cut from a cheaper fabric
Shout out to Virgil, Kirby, Jerry
I came out of nowhere like I was the first born of the Virgin Mary
Lunch with Lena Waith in Silverlake, Bellini sofa dinner dates, Pacific Palisades flipping real estate
Kerry James Marshall level of mastery
I start a lot of waves watch niggas jump on it like Apache
All I ask is credit where it’s due
They cut they teeth try to compare to you start eatin and embarrass you
Scorpion and the frog parable
Niggas gone tear you down because it’s in they nature to it’s terrible

(It’s terrible! Mensa! 2020 Vision)