Hennessy & Street Lights (feat. Finngruvah & Gblue)

Hennessy and street lights, hoping that you call one day

I would ask you to come back

Knowing damn well you would rather stay

In that place where you dwell with the father

In that place where you dwell with the father

Hennessy and street lights, hoping that you call one day

I would ask you to come back

Knowing damn well you would rather stay

In that place where you dwell with the father

In that place where you dwell with the father

I 'member like it was yesterday

Me and Brody's having conversation

'Bout back in the days, huh

In our days, my mama called to see if I'm okay

Devastated, her youngest son caught a gun case

2006, I had to give my son my brother's name

2009, I lost both brothers to the game

Manipulated, but elevated, the youngest brain

Hate me on the low, storied like I'm Tory Lanes

Product of the game

Take a stroll, I can show you pain

Yep, mandatory, I rep my brother's name

To the end, the soft top, they can feel the younger brain, the younger pain

It was either I be a man or be a victim to the game

Same young knocker, the only difference is the age

I promised my mama that I hustle for better days

I promised my daddy that I would be a better man to my young ones

Hennessy and street lights, hoping that you call one day

I would ask you to come back

Knowing damn well you would rather stay

In that place where you dwell with the father

In that place where you dwell with the father

The street's cold, nowhere for you to play

It chooses quick to take you away at any age

Big Shot, E none, T-Rock One, they went young

I feel your dad's pain now, 'cause I'll be damned if I lose my son

Get through it though, I hope again I see your face

All that I done, I know I won't make it to them side of the gate

I hold your name in each vein, still alive in each muscle

Battle the folds of stories, still greater than most amongst us

Hennessy numb the pain, the street lights dim away

It ain't wrong or too curvy, close your eyes and pray

Play your victim with a heat, you'll be a victim to the streets

That's how the one twenty four became a victim as a teen

Mama said there'd be days like this, but we ain't listening

We ignored a lot of calls, now they the ones we missing

So I'ma do my stuff for y'all, and anything I can't replace

Your memory's a legacy, no one can take that away

Hennessy and street lights, hoping that you call one day

I would ask you to come back

Knowing damn well you would rather stay

In that place where you dwell with the father

In that place where you dwell with the father