Lee Adrian feat. Jhonni Blaze - Body of Work

Hollywood

Look sometimes I ask god, why we die to see heaven
Pardon my ways excuse my french I could never ask the reverend
This just a statement, just a lil bit embellished
Fellis velcro strap on the gun nigga that margelous
Ready Set Go I'm running for dear life
I'm jumping hurdles over tribulations and sharp knives
I told my girl we got to hold together we got to try
People all in our business they want us to cut ties
Back in 95 you had to come and see a nigga
You got beef the birds out and I ain't talking tweeting niggas
We the revolution, now really did you check the sign
Got the boy caught in is own mine
Hollywood

I have done it all you, you ain't really done a thang
Anything and everything that comes my way
They never wanted me to make it this far
Just a youngin from the hood but now a Hollywood star
Hollywood
Hollywood star
Hollywood
You see my Hollywood Star
Hollywood
Hollywood star
Hollywood
You see my Hollywood Star

Uh they ask me like what it feel like
Like I'm asking what life without a deal like
And if you sign to a label would you give up your rights
Like would you fuck to the top, man what your soul price
Ever met the idols you idolize in real life
Are they legit as it seems, or is it all a hype
Without the cameras and all the acting
These niggas be acting, for the fame and the fashion
Cut the shit and the gassing
See you really been practicing and your moma be asking
Like whats this shit on the radio when your song gonna happen
I'm next and there after
Im one of the greatest
Ask your girl man I'm one of her favorites
Hollywood

I have done it all you, you ain't really done a thang
Anything and everything that comes my way
They never wanted me to make it this far
Just a youngin from the hood but now a Hollywood star
Hollywood
Hollywood star
Hollywood
You see my Hollywood Star
Hollywood
Hollywood star
Hollywood
You see my Hollywood Star

To my achievers who shop but never leave with plastic
In the words of Jesse Williams man believe that we magic
Never drop the ball, for those who will catch it
My skin is my armor, I'm strapped up to reek havoc
One time one time, for my niggas who know
Now one time one time for the bitches they show
They ready they ready for the pick afro
So put them in the fucking game coach uh
Now Miss Holly Hollywood can I get in the Grammys
No disrespect baby girl can I get in them panties
Need to fuck the game up to thank God and my family
All in the name of
Hollywood

I have done it all you, you ain't really done a thang
Anything and everything that comes my way
They never wanted me to make it this far
Just a youngin from the hood but now a Hollywood star
Hollywood
Hollywood star
Hollywood
You see my Hollywood Star
Hollywood
Hollywood star
Hollywood
You see my Hollywood Star

Credits
Writer(s): Armando Saenz, Adam Wright, Waylon Payne, Lee Ann Womack
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