Heathens

I'm with my heathens, we listen to reason
We don't believe ya', it's all in a season
Harvest ya' crop, we callin' the reaper
Callin' us evil, we will come see you, people
Perverted the truth, now this is a sequel, you feeble
Weak frail-minded mothafuckas
You can't stand near none of my brothers
It ain't none near up above us
Why y'all stare and still gettin' jealous?
Why you keep lyin' mane?
You wasting ya' time mane
This all in the time frame,
Yo' life it supply hate, oh you sippin' that Bombay?
You get faded and fly away? Nah
I'm up on my God brain, creatin' a five stage
Come up in a fly space, I'm ready to fire plays
And you can't deny great, why?

I'm with my heathens
Motherfuckers wanna give us a reason
Breakin' it down, break a bitch down
You can go pick up the pieces
I got a theory, let me explain
Pick you apart with a thesis
You niggas scary, mine is deranged
Keepin' an iron for the creases
Watch out for the leeches
Blood sucker, motherfuckas
Parasitic lifestyle gone teach ya'
You can't go to war with me
I deploy any time for the feature
I don't mind to defeat ya'
Pick any time for the meetin'
This my mind off the meter

Heater, bullets fly, dot an eye for the peeper
Geeker, I supply, got a high and it's cheaper
Bleacher, polarized, I arrived for the preacher
He just authorized, above the law, Jack Reacher
TuRa, cool talk, knew y'all bout to set a whole nuke off
Two bombs, blew y'all, who saw niggas play the part RuPaul
Why did you bitch up?
I don't need you to wish luck
I'm like Malcolm X, so I rock the vest
And I'm keepin' the fist up
I don't pop the X, or take shots to chest
I'm not here for the mixer
I don't party hard, or take Adderall
You must got me mixed up
With these drug heads, who can't function
Without substance, they dependent on they fixes
Bitch I'm high off life and I meant it



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Writer(s): Ramone Averette
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