lirik lagu sacsdeep & sly guy melps - hennessy session
[verse 1: sacsdeep]
’05, copped airmax 95’s, the new edition
around the time i first heard new edition
a week past posted for my eviction, d-mn
hit my first black n’ mild, when i first heard lionel
turned to the bottle and bodies like a bottle
henny and cherry cola, her pigment something global
but never was a fan of destiny’s child
hopeless, alone in the valence
homeless with holes in my new balance
looking for a new balance
to balance the lack of ambition, and drive for these riches
i just keep sinning, spit sixteen but my soul six feet hidden
looking back when i was high as a jet blue
dreaming bout a jet view, felt i was finna jet soon
started bending notes, penning the next cl-ssic
now the hennessy mixed with the tendencies for a motherf-cker to imagine
[verse 2: sly guy melps]
calluses and canisters and broken gl-ss from hannafords
like an animal sprintin up the spiral stairs
landlord staring down and i could never beat around
left hand reaching down to p-ss him up a check
room 22, welcome to the stu
my mind running rampant but i know just what to do
half a cup for me and a quarter gl-ss for you
open up the pantry henny up the wazoo
chilly chill hoes are on the pill
me and sacs laid back a lion after k!ll
and i ain’t even lying but my bones are shaking still
eyes above the window sill
thinkin all clear but i keep the nine near
send em all a message like i think im nasir
sh-t, is lack of confidence obvious
cheeks glowin red like youre thinkin that i’m communist
i’m calm in this, all the others tryna come for us
henny in my head that’s the tool made to comfort us
sh-t, cup drier than the aral
f-ck another gl-ss i was thinkin bout a barrel
all these hoes call me pharaoh
but we all know that the bible shows where that goes
im tired of these dumb hoes
outta here like the loudest pair of headphones
[verse 3: sacsdeep]
lets pretend we drive the bimmers, write the scripture
out to split time, but can’t even fight the liquor
yeah, they say poor me, really just pour me
a fifth of henny, now i sing like kenny
g on my belt, jesus on a chain, but still eat denny’s
f-ck, my vocals on the mic, tryna bring s-x to new heights
cause i never squeezed tecs, i just might be next
feeling too close as i pack the cone
got only purple in the retinal
sh-t, sean combs, heard the mix first week could easy be selling gold
i don’t know, he said i had some magic in the flow
(what the f-ck, that’s pretty g-y)
yeah, i guess i’m a bad boy now (naw, nope)
f-ck, sh-t man, i’m lying bout this whole f-cking thing
but what you think? you tryna f-ck?
she like you ain’t no kels, acting like i ain’t no ush
f-ck it man, these hoes ignorant when the henny flowing out my cup
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