[Hook: Tyler Joseph]
All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging outta mini van
Banana clips for Guerrillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black card got no limits
It wasn't always this way, I can attest
To nights I carried led 'case a n***a wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a vest
Or be packing like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past on this victory lap
Surprised I made it, my young eyes grown jaded
Since they killed my brother Dare, wonder why I be faded
At times I feel guilty for being the boy who lived
I could've been the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there's 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say "pull your pants up"
Sit you in the county they don't want you to stand up
Them n***as say you change as soon as you get your bands up
I find it funny how, I'm getting money now
Them girls don't treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones used to laugh at my teeth see me in Pah-ree
'Scuse my French but they fucking now
That's why I date 'em like I hate 'em I show no love
I would set an ultimatum on the tour bus
It's very simple you can walk if you don't bust
Papi my brother, so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens bitch I earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist fights
Until these n***as kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a little ice
But y'all know me, I don't rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm shining
Big bro told me it was all about timing
So every roll call I make sure I'm signed in
Where did they find him? Max, Jay, signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if n***as shootin' I'm firin'
And please don't even speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you bleeding
Screaming, please, oh jeez he's leaking
Get him to the church he gon' need a deacon"
Running like DMC's Adidas
Demons, heaters, loca like la vida
Outta' this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off like a fetus
Abort this track 'till the beat ain't breathing, bitch!