Meechy Darko - Hennessy & Halos lyrics

50 copped Tyson crib, Ross copped Holyfield
I just hope when Mayweather go broke
I got the dough for his
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is
50 copped Tyson crib, Ross copped Holyfield
I just hope when Mayweather go broke
I got the dough for his
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is

Chrome heartless, black marble
Twin revolvers
Dual exhausting, beautiful death
Bury me inside a crystal coffin
Hand painted portrait's and statues in
The foyer of my fortress
Paranoid so I got extra locks
On every single door here
My shooters are programmed and
They always stay loaded
Fuck all my enemies, this is the genesis
Venomous, heartless, told y'all I'm limitless
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is

I need Warhols, Dalís hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots
Loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof
I'm swimming chilling
It's like I'm livin' like
Some type of villain
I need Van Gogh's, tip-toeing on my marble
Floor like you got glass soles
Statues and bankrolls (Hey)
Since I've been winning
It's been hitting different
It's like I'm livin' like
Some type of villain

Demons with angel's faces
Backstabbers watch 'em shapeshift
You got serpents on your payroll
My life's Hennessy & halos
I get everything I pray for
Treat your top five like a cake walk
Yo blood on the cement outlined in grey chalk
All praise to the highest most
If you ain't know
Walk through the chronic smoke, phenomenal
The sickness an antidote
Bitches love me better
With my shirt off like D'Angelo
Fronto rolled, unstoppable, lock and load
Young and volatile if y'all don't know
I know niggas that main
Hobbies is catching bodies
Like a fire man in the
Inferno in a building lobby
Had to bury my father
Our problems never resolved
Still remember our last convos on the phone
I said that I will kill him when I saw him
Who knew the next time I see
Him was in the coffin the law of attraction
Be careful what you talking
Three eyes open, hell hound barking
Bloody my heels, I'm running exhausted
Why do I lie on beats
When my allegory more gorey
Baby when you give me head
Please make it more passionate for me
I'm flashy as an acid trip
Just bask in the glory

I need Warhols, Dalís hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots
Loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof
I'm swimming chilling
It's like I'm livin' like
Some type of villain
I need Van Gogh's, tip-toeing on my marble
Floor like you got glass soles
Statues and bankrolls (Hey)
Since I've been winning
It's been hitting different
It's like I'm livin' like
Some type of villain