Hennessy & Halos

Fifty cops, Tyson, Cribb, Holyfield
I just hope when Mayweather go broke, I got the dope for his
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is
Fifty cops, Tyson, Cribb, Holyfield
I just hope when Mayweather go broke, I got the dope for his
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is

Chrome heartless, black marble, twin revolvers
Dual exhausting, beautiful death, bury me inside a crystal coffin
Hand-painted portraits and statues in the foyer of my fortress
Paranoid so I got extra locks on ever single door-head
My shooters are programmed and they always stay loaded
Fuck all my enemies, this is the genesis
Venomous, heartless, told y'all I'm limitless
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is

I need Warhol, Dahlis, hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof, I'm swimming, chilling
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain
I need Van Goghs, tip-toeing on my marble floor like you got glass souls
Statues and bank rolls
Hey, since I've been winning, it's been hitting different
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain

Uh, demons with angel's faces
Backstabbers watch 'em shapeshift
You got servants on your payroll
My life's Hennessey and halos
I get everything I pray for
Treat your top five like a cake walk
Your blood on the cement outlined in grey chalk
All praise to the highest most if you ain't know
Walk through the chronic smoke, phenomenal
The sickness and antidote
Bitches love me better with my shirt off like D'Angelo
Pronto, unstoppable, lock and load
Young and volatile if y'all don't know
I know niggas that main hobbies is catching bodies
Like a fireman in the inferno in a building lobby
Had to bury my father, I'll probably never resolve
Still remember our last convos on the phone
I said that I'll kill him when I saw 'em
Who knew that next time I'll see him was in the coffin
The law of attraction, be careful what you talking
Three eyes open, hell hound barking
Bloodied my heels, I'm running exhausted
What don't I lie on beats or my allegory more gory?
Baby, when you give me head, please make it more passionate for me
I'm flashy as an acid trip, just bask in the glory

I need Warhol, Dahlis, hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof, I'm swimming, chilling
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain
I need Van Goghs, tip-toeing on my marble floor like you got glass souls
Statues and bank rolls
Hey, since I've been winning, it's been hitting different
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain