Rich Homie Quan - Hennessy lyrics

[Hook: Problem] Drinking Hennessy, getting high riding with my n***as Dark days thought we never ever see sunshine No lie now I shine with my n***as [Verse 1: Problem] 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 n***a" Later on my body froze when I seen the k**er 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 f** it [Hook] [Verse 2: Problem] 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 f** that [Hook: Problem & Rich Homie Quan](x3) [Verse 3: T.I.] 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 k** 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 n***a cross that line I'mma k** him myself Chasing down that hundred mil trying to get it myself And ain't nobody gave a sh** we had to get it for sale Yo b**h big dick she a rounding up Plus she with her home girl and they down to f** So what's up You had to should've put it out a little quicker Had your partner pouring out a little liquor p**y n***a 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 f** n***a You f**ing with a fly young n***a from the west side