Sacsdeep & Sly Guy Melps - Hennessy Session lyrics

[VERSE 1: SACSDEEP] '05, copped Airmax 95's, the new edition Around the time I first heard New Edition A week past Posted for my eviction, damn Hit my first Black N' Mild, when I first heard Lionel Turned to the bottle and bodies like a bottle Henny and Cherry Cola, her pigment something global But never was a fan of Destiny's Child Hopeless, alone in the valence Homeless with holes in my New Balance Looking for a new balance To balance the lack of ambition, and drive for these riches I just keep sinning, spit sixteen but my soul six feet hidden Looking back when I was high as a Jet Blue Dreaming bout a Jet view, felt i was finna jet soon Started bending notes, penning the next cla**ic Now the Hennessy mixed with the tendencies for a motherf**er to imagine [VERSE 2: SLY GUY MELPS] Calluses and Canisters and broken gla** from Hannafords Like an animal sprintin up the spiral stairs Landlord staring down and I could never beat around Left hand reaching down to pa** him up a check Room 22, welcome to the stu My mind running rampant but I know just what to do Half a cup for me and a quarter gla** for you Open up the pantry henny up the wazoo Chilly chill hoes are on the pill Me and sacs laid back a lion after k** And I ain't even lying but my bones are shaking still Eyes above the window sill Thinkin all clear but I keep the nine near Send em all a message like I think im Nasir sh**, is lack of confidence obvious Cheeks glowin red like youre thinkin that I'm communist I'm calm in this, all the others tryna come for us Henny in my head that's the tool made to comfort us sh**, cup drier than the Aral f** another gla** I was thinkin bout a barrel All these hoes call me pharaoh But we all know that the Bible shows where that goes Im tired of these dumb hoes Outta here like the loudest pair of headphones [VERSE 3: SACSDEEP] Lets pretend we drive the Bimmers, write the scripture Out to split time, but can't even fight the liquor Yeah, they say poor me, really just pour me A fifth of Henny, now I sing like Kenny G on my belt, Jesus on a chain, but still eat Denny's f**, my vocals on the mic, tryna bring s** to new heights Cause I never squeezed Tecs, I just might be Next Feeling too close as I pack the cone Got only purple in the retinal sh**, Sean Combs, heard the mix first week could easy be selling gold I don't know, he said I had some Magic in the flow (what the f**, that's pretty gay) Yeah, I guess I'm a Bad Boy now (naw, nope) f**, sh** man, I'm lying bout this whole f**ing thing But what you think? You tryna f**? She like you ain't no Kels, acting like I ain't no Ush f** it man, these hoes ignorant when the Henny flowing out my cup