Wave Chapelle - SOUL FOOD & HENNESSY lyrics
SOUL FOOD & HENNESSY Written By: R.ASHFORD II (wave chapelle music/ASCAP) [Verse 1: Wave Chapelle] Young Aquarius I was born in 94 Just a dollar and a dream you know how it go My n***as all around me and they down fasho When the time is right I'm dynamite boy I'm bound to blow Hand to hand grenade,TNT,C4 young homie I'm a keep wavy to the sea shore Roll the dice in life and watch me hit a 3,4 the rap game something like a bike and I'm deebo You ain't never seen this much steelo this n***as ain't dope they just the dust off a kilo All about my c notes or green like cee-lo, the flow so cold that zero degrees below Wind-chill i been raw and i been trill Even if I'm at a disadvantage Im a win still Bet i go harder than a vince carter windmill got em hoping out they seats homie they can't sit still I'm rolling with the punches i know life changes I'm tryna get this money i care less about being famous uh Playing this for them young'ns on the paper chase or for yo uncle at the cookout that you love to hate Walking with a 40 and a paper plate and all the cousins you didn't know you had from out of state They notice every enemy I'm k**ing this that old school soul food and hennessy feeling [VERSE 2: Wave Chapelle] I cut back on the drinking I can't work when I'm tipsy Got up off my a** so I can hustle like nipsey You talking anything but money then I swear you can miss me I ain't got no 9-5 but still I gets busy I use to hang on the block tryna holler at the shorty's Then I figured I don't wanna be broke when I'm 40 So i hopped up on this tracks and started sharing my story and I bet I bring em back like jerry curls and 40'z Man they hear this and they don't know how to react Cuz a young'n 19 and can actually rap I spit that A-1 crack, that sh** where you take a hit take a break and feel like you have to relapse I take a L charge it to the game like battery packs and if you pa** me the rock I ain't pa**ing it back When I'm in the game I'm going hard straight to the rack Minimize the hate to maximize my salary cap Matter of fact Ain't no cap I'm all indy My boogie chick said when I make it she want all Fendi When I finally cop the beamer tell em dark tent me chrome wheels, all steel man, Clark kent me Pull up like who hopping out the car with me Them my n***as that was down from the start with me So roll a L and pray for the enemies I'm k**ing This that old school soul food and hennessy feeling yea [VERSE 3: Wave Chapelle] Catch me strolling through the block yup I'm just cruising Whether I'm flexing or not they still choosing I'm not the same as these rappers it's no confusion You either lame or you not it's no fusion She play this song while she cooling it's so soothing Sent me a text to my phone like what you doing Uh I'm getting money as usual And she look good but the cash beautiful Yea you know I got my priorities Successful black man I'm tryna join the minority Hating n***as, acting like hoes join a sorority If I got an issue I'm dealing with it accordingly I listen to myself most of these rappers boring me I could cop 40 gold chains for like 40 g's Rather cop my moms a crib just cus it mean more to me I'm grinning while I'm winning these losers is looking sore to me And I thank the lord daily for his good graces Travel the world like I can't see enough faces And dream is just a dream if you don't chase it I'm in the out field with bosses tryna touch bases Eating in all these foreign places on a daily bases I'm getting to it now its blunt so they gotta face it And still I pray for the enemies I'm k**ing This that old school soul food and hennessy feeling