Hennessy ft. Jay$ea Lyrics

Bitch i'm a vet can't be fucking wit a rookie

Got a qp stashed in the pocket of my hoodie

Been getting the money up like a tab bookie

Leave you covered with spots like an mnm cookie

Leave you riddled with holes like a block of swiss cheese

Bitch got too high i'm telling her just breath

I tell her to calm down she telling me "bitch please,

I just ate the edible form of 6gs"

If you want what she's having hit me on the whatsapp

Hands in my pockets when we link don't watch that

Late night drops in the rav4 compact

If you ain't tryna drop bands don't contact

I ain't ever run from nothing but a stank bitch

If it money then you ain't speaking my language

Only want bread i'm getting it by the banquet

Slap it in the comm i'm the one who made the banks rich

They ask around they wanna know who's my role model

Like Where'd I get the motivation to go full throttle

Yeah pac was right the motivation in the brown bottle

The liquor hits, you in your feels, you either fight or grovel

Ian even really have a idol to be honest

Momma tryin her best to run her family like the carters

Dad chasing religion like he fucking with the martyrs

I had turned 11 giving fades out like a barber

13 still fighting on some dangerous shit

15 I'm fighting trauma on some heinous shit

Epiphany it hit my head I had to change some shit

At 17 I'm on the streets n that's what made me this

I go to war im in my element, they know I roll with veterans

The feins they pay the bills so yeah I can't indulge in sentiment

Tunnel vision evident, the paper turning testament

Invested in the game with blood and tears to set the precedent

Issa debt for my sins

I'm rigging the tokens to win

My enemies weeping for death

But I'm deaf screams to the wind

My combos turning em dodo

The paper get thick like mulatto

Im leaving the trigger on auto

The violence outta the bottle

Yeah that's my model nigga

What?

Fucking Hennessy