Introduction (feat. 322 Major)

You already know
It's that big RcR
Wagwan son
YUNG mage
Let's go

A yo son been hustler
Drippin in that Ralph Lauren
Grippin 40's Turnin boys to men
We getting paper
Now we sliden in Benz's
No more trying to make ends meat Or worry about the rent kid
Jack Boys get they cranium split
Big man so nasty
Might hit on your bitch
Then I add To the list
Bad slut with A good mouth
Breakin hella Bread
Cuz this is Gods house
It's rare cloth you can tell by the tagz
You can tell by the bitches wit us in them Birkin bags
It all business Bitch
Dont make me laugh
Let's worry bout the cash
And forget about the past

They call me Hollywood Fos
Pleasure for you to meet me
I reign straight outta da land of the best green leaf
Pioneer Music Group Rare Cloth is the dream team
Fos and Mage connected like LBJ and A.D
This is what they made me
Game that they game me
Even when they shamed me
I conquered and became KING
3 Points on my crown, cuban links chains and 8 rings
Mo money more problems right
So broke niggaz hate Me
Sleepin in they trucks actin like that shyts whats up
We be penthouse at the W wit bitches down to fuck
Niggaz hatin cus we up, shouldnt be worried bout Us
Whether its straps or rap niggaz is dust, straight up

Im A real globetrotta
Well known show stopper
Drip so proper
Make ya bitch call me papa
Got you mad cus the bitch you fuckin wanna fuck fosta
She keep sneekin in the guest room askin me to pop her
After i unlock her back to cali imma go
Leave you lame niggaz dyin dead bleedin on the flo
Rap niggaz wanna battle but they aint ready for war
Im ready for whatever the FUCK niggaz is on
But id rather be in Rome, rollin diesel wit a goddess
Instead of wastin energy wit niggaz leavin comments
Sayin shyt they wouldn't say to me if i was there in person
Quit the opera end the drama nigga now its closed curtains



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Foster
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