[VERSE 1 SACSDEEP] 05, copped Airmax 95s, the new edition Around the time I first heard New Edition A week past Posted for my eviction, damn 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 Destinys 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 classic Now the Hennessy mixed with the tendencies for a motherfucker to imagine [VERSE 2 SLY GUY MELPS] Calluses and Canisters and broken glass from Hannafords Like an animal sprintin up the spiral stairs Landlord staring down and I could never beat around Left hand reaching down to pass 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 glass 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 kill And I aint 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 Shit, is lack of confidence obvious Cheeks glowin red like youre thinkin that Im communist Im calm in this, all the others tryna come for us Henny in my head thats the tool made to comfort us Shit, cup drier than the Aral Fuck another glass 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 cant 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 Dennys Fuck, my vocals on the mic, tryna bring sex 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 Shit, Sean Combs, heard the mix first week could easy be selling gold I dont know, he said I had some Magic in the flow what the fuck, thats pretty gay Yeah, I guess Im a Bad Boy now naw, nope Fuck, shit man, Im lying bout this whole fucking thing But what you think? You tryna fuck? She like you aint no Kels, acting like I aint no Ush Fuck it man, these hoes ignorant when the Henny flowing out my cup
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