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Sippin' on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Acting a fool
Walking 'round the house showing signs of stress
Beating on my thoughts like a gorilla on his chest
Think I need a beer and some Hennessy and shit
A break from all the rumors and the gossip need to quit
Think I'm gon' lose it if I don't never get a break
Fucking around one time until your family pass away
Good times homie and you know they never last
Cherish all your moments and forget about the past
Tripping on some issues and it still ain't adding up
All you do is gossip and you never get enough
Family's all we got and why you jeopardizing that?
Ain't nobody perfect, why you acting like a brat?
Man I learned a lot and I'm just tripping on my life
Only show you leeches to your kids and your wife
Spent a lot of time trying to put some shit together
Now I'm writing rhymes just to write you all a letter
Sippin' on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Acting a fool
Sippin' on some Hennessy and drifting on a memory
Thinking about the good times I invested with my family
Family is forever so you know we keep it lit
Nothing but my loved ones hella happy when we thick
Always looking forward to some music and some laughs
Northern Cali weather, barbeque, and a couple slabs
Never seen a party that be acting like we do
God I love my family and I hope they love me too
Clock is always ticking and it's never showing mercy
Running out of time homie, just the thought hurts me
That's why I keep it cracking with my homies and my family
Ducking all you haters and you bitches that be mad at me
Knowing I did my part, have me resting up in heaven
Shout out to the homies from the 5's to the 7
This one's for my family, we was small now we deep
Growing up hungry we was broke, now we eat
Sippin' on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Acting a fool
Used to be a criminal running from the cops
Yeah I sold dope and I held a couple Glocks
Still the same G if you fucking with my folks
Like an old pimp, riding Cadillac vogues
Really on some other shit, I'm riding through my life
Right here on my back is where they putting all the knives
Loc to the brain from the hood to the pad
All my real ones say my brother or my dad
Gotta love the ones, spend time and always kick it
Then you say your prayers for the suckers who be wicked
Life's too short, wanna scream and say "bitch"
Never giving up, eating steaks like I'm rich
Northern Cali all gold school when I ride
All red Impala with my mother on my side
Family hella ghetto, see us bumping heads quick
Couple shots of Henny have me talking hella shit
Sippin' on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Acting a fool