3rdSyllable - HENNY

Henny
Is it a lot?
You gotta tell me
I don't really drink a lot
I don't really like the buzz
I don't take any selfies
Telling you
That I'm rolling with the crew
Going stupid to the music
You should pull up to the stu'
DIB is telling me "you dope"
We never settling on dope
Cause that's how addicts getting killed
We sticking strictly to the skill
The clip is empty, gotta fill
Everyone listening without the dope
With power and how are you all gonna cope?
With
Dead friends
Dead foes
Dear hope I chose
For you to save everybody I'm hoping they ain't gonna choke
I'm hoping they are gonna wake
Make sure you call me when you bake
Yeah
Never making a mistake
Never wake up as a fake
Never hangin' with the lames
Never passing up a J
Maybe I should get away
Maybe I have gone insane
Maybe I just like the pain
Maybe i cannot escape
Henny
I like the pot
Roll it and toke it right up to the ending
Baby it's simple
When you with me no pretending
I don't got fendi
I don't even got a watch
But my eyes is like a hawk
Nothing passing me at all
Dom Toretto when I walk
Never follow when I drive
Like apollo, I get high
You like and follow a design
Ain't no life is like mine
We dont got time
24 hours is nothing, don't ask me
For any favors cause GASHI was calling my line
Tryna fight over comments I made online
Getting angry like you nine
At first I wanted a feature with you
Up until I saw the creature in me
At first I thought it was fantasy
Now I be in the booth spewing like after you close your hose
But the tip is still squirting
Man I'm Johnny appleseed
Man I'm only acting, see
Through me to the passion
Liking all the action
Feast
Henny
I don't really drink a lot
I don't really like the buzz
I just really like to ****
Please don't offend me
I don't really like to cuss
Not when writing I can trust
That I am crafty enough
I'm spending some time on the lyrics like thinking
Then I'm coming up with it I'm too ahead
Yeah
Maybe it's simple
Maybe you should stop pretending
That you really got a lot
Pockets full, the thoughts is not
Pockets empty suck a ****
That's a bit over the top
They be telling me to slow down
Everybody on the road, clowns
Everybody all for show now
Now I wanna do a show
Wow
Listen to a post alone, Loud
Smoking hopin' the patrol bounce
Heat is flowing got the smoke, clouds
To me all of you a joke now

Written by:
Rafael Israilov

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