Life Lessons (feat. Marina)

Sipping on some Hennessy

Ain't no place I'd rather be

Than with you, yeah

Actin a fool

Walking around the house showing signs of stress

Beating on my thoughts like a real one with chess

Think I want a beer and some Hennesy and shit

A break from all the rumors

And the gossip need to quit

Think I'm gonna lose it if I don't never get a break

Fuckn around with time

Until your family pass away

Good times homie, yeh you know they never last

Cherish all your moments

And forget about the past

Trippin on some issues and it still ain't adding up

All you do is gossip and you never get enough

Families 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 trippin on my life

Only show your allegiance

To your kids and your wife

Spend a lot of time trying to put some shit together

Now we're writing rhymes just to write you all a letter

Sipping on some Hennessy

Ain't no place I'd rather be

Than with you, yeah

Actin 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 Bar-B-Q'in a couple of 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 its 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 had me resting up in heaven

Shout out to the homies from the 5's to the 7's

This one's for my family we were small now we deep

Growing up hungry we was broke now we eat

Sipping on some Hennessy

Ain't no place I'd rather be

Than with you, yeah

Actin a fool

Used to be a criminal running from the cops

Yeh I sold dope and I held a couple glocks

Still the same G if you fuckin with my folks

Like I know a pimp riding Cadillac vogues

Really on some other shit I'm riding through my life

Right here in my back is where they put another knife

Loc to the brain from the hood to the pad

All my real ones save my brother or my dad

Gotta love the ones spend time and always kick it

Then you say a prayer for the suckas who be wicked

Life's too short wanna scream and say bitch

Never giving up eating steaks like I'm rich

Northern Cali Hog old school when I ride

All red impala with my mother on my side

Family hella ghetto see us bumpin heads quick

Couple shots of Henny had me talking hella shit

Sipping on some Hennessy

Ain't no place I'd rather be

Than with you, yeah

Actin a fool