Soul Food & Hennessy

SOUL FOOD & HENNESSY
Written By: R.ASHFORD II (wave chapelle music/ASCAP)
[Verse 1: Wave Chapelle]
Young Aquarius I was born in 94
Just a dollar and a dream you know how it go
My niggas all around me and they down fasho
When the time is right I'm dynamite boy I'm bound to blow
Hand to hand grenade,TNT,C4 young homie I'm a keep wavy to the sea shore
Roll the dice in life and watch me hit a 3,4 the rap game something like a bike and I'm deebo
You ain't never seen this much steelo this niggas ain't dope they just the dust off a kilo
All about my c notes or green like cee-lo, the flow so cold that zero degrees below
Wind-chill i been raw and i been trill
Even if I'm at a disadvantage Im a win still
Bet i go harder than a vince carter windmill got em hoping out they seats homie they can't sit still
I'm rolling with the punches i know life changes
I'm tryna get this money i care less about being famous uh
Playing this for them young'ns on the paper chase or for yo uncle at the cookout that you love to hate
Walking with a 40 and a paper plate and all the cousins you didn't know you had from out of state
They notice every enemy I'm killing this that old school soul food and hennessy feeling

[VERSE 2: Wave Chapelle]
I cut back on the drinking I can't work when I'm tipsy
Got up off my ass so I can hustle like nipsey
You talking anything but money then I swear you can miss me
I ain't got no 9-5 but still I gets busy
I use to hang on the block tryna holler at the shorty's
Then I figured I don't wanna be broke when I'm 40
So i hopped up on this tracks and started sharing my story and I bet I bring em back like jerry curls and 40'z
Man they hear this and they don't know how to react
Cuz a young'n 19 and can actually rap
I spit that A-1 crack, that shit where you take a hit take a break and feel like you have to relapse
I take a L charge it to the game like battery packs and if you pass me the rock I ain't passing it back
When I'm in the game I'm going hard straight to the rack
Minimize the hate to maximize my salary cap
Matter of fact
Ain't no cap I'm all indy
My boogie chick said when I make it she want all Fendi
When I finally cop the beamer tell em dark tent me chrome wheels, all steel man, Clark kent me
Pull up like who hopping out the car with me
Them my niggas that was down from the start with me
So roll a L and pray for the enemies I'm killing
This that old school soul food and hennessy feeling yea

[VERSE 3: Wave Chapelle]
Catch me strolling through the block yup I'm just cruising
Whether I'm flexing or not they still choosing
I'm not the same as these rappers it's no confusion
You either lame or you not it's no fusion
She play this song while she cooling it's so soothing
Sent me a text to my phone like what you doing
Uh I'm getting money as usual
And she look good but the cash beautiful
Yea you know I got my priorities
Successful black man I'm tryna join the minority
Hating niggas, acting like hoes join a sorority
If I got an issue I'm dealing with it accordingly
I listen to myself most of these rappers boring me
I could cop 40 gold chains for like 40 g's
Rather cop my moms a crib just cus it mean more to me
I'm grinning while I'm winning these losers is looking sore to me
And I thank the lord daily for his good graces
Travel the world like I can't see enough faces
And dream is just a dream if you don't chase it
I'm in the out field with bosses tryna touch bases
Eating in all these foreign places on a daily bases
I'm getting to it now its blunt so they gotta face it
And still I pray for the enemies I'm killing
This that old school soul food and hennessy feeling