Problem, T.I., Rich Homie Quan - Hennessy lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Problem, T.I., Rich Homie Quan - Hennessy lyrics]
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
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