GPHW lyrics

[Hook: Illmac]
Uh, Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water
Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Uh, heart cold, I'll be this way until my outro
f*ck around and turn L.A. into the South Pole
Prayin’ on my downfall, hatin’ on the down-low
Take my name in vain when you say it, it's a mouthful
Burnin’ sage, let it permeate
It feels like we're a world away, distant
Forgive me for my worldly ways
Face judgment, when I learn to fake interest
Burnin’ frankincense at the pearly gates' entrance
Yo, this gunpowder and holy water
The Son's proud of the Holy Father
Grow sunflowers in total darkness
Got a dungeon that's underground for tortured artists
Uh, all my demons get along
They tell me, "Trust your instincts, even when they're wrong"
Treachery amongst friends, you can read it in your palm
Cuttin’ off your right-hand, like a thief in the Quran
Yeah, jugglin’ Hennessy and hand grenades
Balancin’ enemies with family strains
Learnin’ everybody can’t be saved
At times, you gotta amputate
Cut ‘em off, ignore the phantom pains
f*ck ‘em all
She said she love me, but I don’t know her
She got a nose like a snowblower
Cops came, that’s my dog, he wouldn’t roll over
All my life, I’d flirt with Death and got the cold shoulder
[Hook: Illmac]
Uh, Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water
Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water

[Verse 2: Illmac]
Uh, heart cold, I'll be this way until my outro
f*ck around and turn L.A. into the South Pole
Goes without sayin’, so my mouth closed
I seen cousins bangin’ different rags, stayin' in the same household
Ooh, now you starin’ at a killer
We run the jungle floor, out here scarin’ the gorillas
Got me spittin’ coke, both my parents were familiar
Same feeling had my pops running errands for the dealer, ah!
They said I fell off, then I reappeared
If this ain’t what you want, it’s what you need to hear
What’s realer than that?
Breaking out, I got an itch that only my first million could scratch
Yeah, most high off dollar signs: money’s my religion
Both middle fingers high, give a f*ck about the system
To me, the mainstream is just the puddle that I p*ss in
If I go, underground, that’s when I tunnel out of prison
Uh, went from skimp blunts to Backwoods
To Brink’s trucks from canned goods
From secondhand to tailor-stitchin’
So none of y’all made me, y’all just made me different
[Hook: Illmac]
Uh, Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water
Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water