[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Sound about right

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Mom and pops was some drug addicts
I'm a baby of a mud alley
Dirty lil n***a from the West side with a whole bunch of n****s that wear hats to the left side
Pounds to the chest, pounds of that weed
Playin' basketball bumpin mc Bree
Wearin' dirty a** head bands
Remember the first day when n***a heard Red Man
Started writin' my own verses, stopped writing about my auntie and
Grand hosptial nurses, big brother was who I wanted to be like
But I was tooken away like a felon with three strikes
Ran through my first group home
The cold world became luke warm
No Jordans and some weed to blow
I was fresh everyday that's what you need to know

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Life story, motion picture
Picture perfect, horrow flicks in these verses
Laid back so I'm low key don't be
Quick to judge, listen to these bars if you want to get to know me
If you want to know me

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
I started thinkin' something was wrong with me but
It wasn't though I was cold, n****s wanted to do songs with me
Dead all kind of s**t, while livin' in residential
F****d a bunch of b*****s but bathroom windows
Fu***n' and thinking' what the f**k was I thinkin'?
I was a n***a with no conscious n***a with no instinct
Musically n***a wasn't on s**t
Dcsf gave me my own crib
N***a broke into my apartment, then I got evicted the same month
Landlord was heartless by 19 I was a homeless college dropout
And what saved my a**, is when my mama made her house my house
Damn I learned a lot back then
Picked up the pen start writin' again
Fightin' the sin lighten the end of the doobie
Like I'm stressed out thinkin' my story it could be the best out

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Life story, motion picture
Picture perfect, horrow flicks in these verses
Laid back so I'm low key don't be
Quick to judge, listen to these bars if you want to get to know me
If you want to know me

[Bridge: Vic Mensa]
I dunno why they quick to judge
It's maybe because they don't know me, you know?
That's how I see it
They don't know me so they just makin' up some s**t as life goes along
Don't worry about my life story and s**t that I went through and s**t in the past
Damn
Get to know me 'fore you start judgin' me mothafucker
That sound about right
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Hands Lyrics

Vic Mensa – Hands Lyrics