Henny and the Percocet
Sipping lean with no regret
That's the life you live when you busting out those big ass checks
But I seen too many
Homies with no penny
Get shot in the alley yeah, shit I know plenty
I be feeling for the underdogs
They work so hard but get slept on like a log
But to make it to the top you gotta go through the worst
The people who make it are the ones that be most cursed
The pain is what buys a new Gucci shirt
Smoke that green and puff that loud
All the fake homies coming back with the crowd
And the fake bitches gone follow soon enough
When the fame comes people don't act so tough
But really man, I ain't trying to bluff
I'm the same as you, both our lives been hella rough
Sure I get bitches but I'm hesitant to cuff
Gotta be careful or they'll take all my stuff
The rise to fame be a long hard road
Everyone playing life on Extra hard mode
Guess no one would know me if my rap never flowed
You'd be hella surprised how much money I owed
Back in the day when I sided with the fakes
It took me so long to slam on the brakes
Guess every life choice has high stakes
But keep in mind it's the winner who takes
That's real ass shit
For every high point there's a time you get bit
And life won't always be forever lit
But f*ck it dawg, let's mend that split
The only way to make it is to take a couple slits
Shit won't be so pretty when you in the cockpit
Gotta keep on grinding till you make the next hit
Damn bruh, I need anew fit
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Henny and the Percocet
Sipping lean with no regret
That's the life you live when you busting out those big ass checks
But I seen too many
Homies with no penny
Get shot in the alley yeah, shit I know plenty
I be feeling for the underdogs
They work so hard but get slept on like a log
But to make it to the top you gotta go through the worst
The people who make it are the ones that be most cursed
The pain is what buys a new Gucci shirt
Smoke that green and puff that loud
All the fake homies coming back with the crowd
And the fake bitches gone follow soon enough
When the fame comes people don't act so tough
But really man, I ain't trying to bluff
I'm the same as you, both our lives been hella rough
Sure I get bitches but I'm hesitant to cuff
Gotta be careful or they'll take all my stuff
The rise to fame be a long hard road
Everyone playing life on Extra hard mode
Guess no one would know me if my rap never flowed
You'd be hella surprised how much money I owed
Back in the day when I sided with the fakes
It took me so long to slam on the brakes
Guess every life choice has high stakes
But keep in mind it's the winner who takes
That's real ass shit
For every high point there's a time you get bit
And life won't always be forever lit
But f*ck it dawg, let's mend that split
The only way to make it is to take a couple slits
Shit won't be so pretty when you in the cockpit
Gotta keep on grinding till you make the next hit
Damn bruh, I need anew fit
Sipping lean with no regret
That's the life you live when you busting out those big ass checks
But I seen too many
Homies with no penny
Get shot in the alley yeah, shit I know plenty
I be feeling for the underdogs
They work so hard but get slept on like a log
But to make it to the top you gotta go through the worst
The people who make it are the ones that be most cursed
The pain is what buys a new Gucci shirt
Smoke that green and puff that loud
All the fake homies coming back with the crowd
And the fake bitches gone follow soon enough
When the fame comes people don't act so tough
But really man, I ain't trying to bluff
I'm the same as you, both our lives been hella rough
Sure I get bitches but I'm hesitant to cuff
Gotta be careful or they'll take all my stuff
The rise to fame be a long hard road
Everyone playing life on Extra hard mode
Guess no one would know me if my rap never flowed
You'd be hella surprised how much money I owed
Back in the day when I sided with the fakes
It took me so long to slam on the brakes
Guess every life choice has high stakes
But keep in mind it's the winner who takes
That's real ass shit
For every high point there's a time you get bit
And life won't always be forever lit
But f*ck it dawg, let's mend that split
The only way to make it is to take a couple slits
Shit won't be so pretty when you in the cockpit
Gotta keep on grinding till you make the next hit
Damn bruh, I need anew fit
Writer: Calum Collie
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