"LONG SLEEVE HENRY" lyrics
Uh
Three-eight in my mom's block, gotta keep that arms reach
Clean the streets, Wall-E, "Shook Ones", Mob Deep
Henry long sleeve, ask my brothers what I'm on
I keep it concrete
Can't really say the same for some
Solve a problem, yeah, and now there's other ones
Love a woman, yeah, but there's other ones
Streets'll get colder now the summer's done
I'm barely speaking English to my daughter, mother tongue
I swear they don't make 'em like me, I'm one of one
Worker came in short, he had to hold an uppercut
I don't beef no one, I beef the government, yeah
Stacked bundles, really stacked bundles, that's my steez
In this Lambo' when I speed
All this smoking, I can't- (breathe)
All this smoking I can't breathe
Spent a fortune on some trees
Put these trees up in a trunk, northwest baby sellin' weed
If you want me at your club, 30 thousand that's my fee
Ridin' dirty in this whip, speakers blastin' out some V's
Gettin' over all the grief, different year, different dreams
First it used to be the trap, now it's rap, I can't believe
Used to be a brick, now it's houses by the sea
If you told me I'll be rich, I would certainly agree
If you told me, "It'll be hard," I'll tell you, "Hell is where I've been"
Uh, Huncholini Bandolini rockin' VVs, yeah
Went from public housing straight onto your TV, yeah
Judgment clouded, now I'm really overseein' shit
I sold ounces then I got onto the kilos, yeah
Uh, sometimes I really hate the real me
Sometimes I really hate the real me
I'm out here really fuckin' churnin', makin' all this cream cheese
Rolex is on wrist, and this one here's a deep sea
You can see the fire in me, I came off these mean streets, little bitch
And I'm aimin' for the stars, little bitch
I ain't never fuckin' done them dirty, real spit
Sometimes I really hate the real me
Sometimes I really hate the real me
Sometimes I look in the fucking' mirror and I hate the real me
Three-eight in my mom's block, gotta keep that arms reach
Clean the streets, Wall-E, "Shook Ones", Mob Deep
Henry long sleeve, ask my brothers what I'm on
I keep it concrete
Can't really say the same for some
Solve a problem, yeah, and now there's other ones
Love a woman, yeah, but there's other ones
Streets'll get colder now the summer's done
I'm barely speaking English to my daughter, mother tongue
I swear they don't make 'em like me, I'm one of one
Worker came in short, he had to hold an uppercut
I don't beef no one, I beef the government, yeah
Stacked bundles, really stacked bundles, that's my steez
In this Lambo' when I speed
All this smoking, I can't- (breathe)
All this smoking I can't breathe
Spent a fortune on some trees
Put these trees up in a trunk, northwest baby sellin' weed
If you want me at your club, 30 thousand that's my fee
Ridin' dirty in this whip, speakers blastin' out some V's
Gettin' over all the grief, different year, different dreams
First it used to be the trap, now it's rap, I can't believe
Used to be a brick, now it's houses by the sea
If you told me I'll be rich, I would certainly agree
If you told me, "It'll be hard," I'll tell you, "Hell is where I've been"
Uh, Huncholini Bandolini rockin' VVs, yeah
Went from public housing straight onto your TV, yeah
Judgment clouded, now I'm really overseein' shit
I sold ounces then I got onto the kilos, yeah
Uh, sometimes I really hate the real me
Sometimes I really hate the real me
I'm out here really fuckin' churnin', makin' all this cream cheese
Rolex is on wrist, and this one here's a deep sea
You can see the fire in me, I came off these mean streets, little bitch
And I'm aimin' for the stars, little bitch
I ain't never fuckin' done them dirty, real spit
Sometimes I really hate the real me
Sometimes I really hate the real me
Sometimes I look in the fucking' mirror and I hate the real me
