Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hennessy, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hennessy |
| Drinking Hennessy, getting high riding with my niggas |
| Dark days thought we never ever see sunshine |
| No lie now I shine with my niggas |
| Inhaling smoke with my lungs ya here it come |
| Will I live to see the sun nobody knows |
| Travel roads that they scared to drive |
| What I’ve seen make a sane man petrified |
| I remember hearing shots it was late December |
| Shotty popped his body dropped me and my cousin ran |
| Breathing hard like «you seen that nigga» |
| Later on my body froze when I seen the killer cross the street |
| dad that the kid just lost |
| Popping pills trying to lose the thoughts |
| One day we all gon' live or we can die strong either we got to carry on |
| Devil on the phone fuck it |
| The pressure building seems I can’t take it |
| Supposed to pick the kids up but I can’t make it |
| Daddy out here on the hood trying to change their life |
| Praying that the money make it right |
| But only lord knows what the future is |
| This a different area niggas shoot you in front of your kids |
| who you is |
| And who they not, lick a shot for the hooligans |
| Solute those who came from the slums |
| Real niggas help extend the plugs |
| One day we all gon' live or we can die strong either we got to carry on |
| Devil on the phone fuck that |
| I’m still looking for the sunshine |
| Running around with them choppers dodging one time getting high |
| Twenty one dimes left to sell |
| On probation still throwing rocks at the jail |
| You get less time for rape then selling a brick |
| So who cares if we got a black president |
| On bended knees ask the lord «can you hear me?» |
| Let me meet my grand kids 'fore they kill me |
| And G’s go to heaven I hope it don’t take long |
| Just put me next to Malcom, Martin, Pac, and Trayvon" |
| All I ever wanted to do was see my dad happy |
| And would my momma hope my grandmomma ain’t mad at me |
| Because I went to prison twice for living the life |
| Made a promise to the judge still rolling the dice |
| Wish Phil came back resurrected |
| Ain’t got to like it but you better respect it or else |
| Still walking through the mall with a tec on my belt |
| Nigga cross that line I’mma kill him myself |
| Chasing down that hundred mil trying to get it myself |
| And ain’t nobody gave a shit we had to get it for sale |
| Yo bitch big dick she a rounding up |
| Plus she with her home girl and they down to fuck |
| So what’s up |
| You had to should’ve put it out a little quicker |
| Had your partner pouring out a little liquor |
| Pussy nigga try to get me |
| I squeeze triggers 'til my drum empty |
| What do we have here now |
| Do you want to ride or die ladadadadada |
| Sipping Hennessy, middle finger to my enemy |
| Pull up with choppers in your project like remember me |
| I hope you fine let 'em fly fuck nigga |
| You fucking with a fly young nigga from the west side |