Hollywood (feat. Shade Legit aka SHADES)

Gone for eight months now
I'm back in charge
I wrote all your favourite
Rappers bars
I can't call no names
Because they pay me large
Check over frame
That's what i record
Life over death
It's really not hard
Reap what you sow
Farm what you grow
Is it wifey or hoe
Your gonna need to know
Hollywood filled with cameras
Lotta reality show

What they talking bout
Metre stick walk
Whip pull up key start without
G wagon breeze past fast
Guts laughing out loud
Large amounts
Happiness from within all i'm bout
From the south side
Talking bout ps
Q or s t
Break w to vs
Do it in my zzz
Bitch get on your knees
Some top the list to
Stay optimistic
Cause winners win
Don't count ballistic
I'm in i'm in
I'm in i'm in
Five thirty let me
Check my sin
All is mine you know shades keep Them shook
Dead red past tense of a book
Ya outta luck look

Gone for eight months now
I'm back in charge
I wrote all your favourite
Rappers bars
I can't call no names
Because they pay me large
Check over frame
That's what i record
Life over death
It's really not hard
Reap what you sow
Farm what you grow
Is it wifey are a hoe
Your gonna need to know
Hollywood filled with cameras
Lotta reality show

Tell her to pop it
Money all in my pocket
It need to be in a clip
Cause this shit don't fit in my wallet
I'm a problem
Facts
Wild boy focused racks
Yall boys know too many rats
And i ain't dealing with that
I'm way too hollywood
Too star like
My girl radiant starlight
Fashion sense all white
Can't be left out man i'm alright
Shit
They get mad at the way that i'm Dressed
Tank top paired with sweats
Their wives wanna fuck me and That got them stressed
Shit
Run the game i run it
They know i came for the hundreds
Hurricane really want it
Who got the smoke
I need a puff
Can't go broke
I made enough
But i need more
Like a two dollar whore
The money overseas it's coming off Shore
Oh oh
Hollywood
Need a hindi hun
Who do bollywood
Need a naija one
For that nollywood
And they tandem so i'm coming Good
Mr big racks on racks
Big facts on facts
Your rap about garbage
They calling you trash

Gone for eight months now
I'm back in charge
I wrote all your favourite
Rappers bars
I can't call no names
Because they pay me large
Check over frame
That's what i record

Reload the thing
I'm goin again
I show up with her and leave with Her friend
Don't mean to offend
But my life is vulgar
Don't even want her
Just wanna fuck her
I will admit i'm the shit
What cole said get off my dick
You made her feel just like a treat
While she treating you just like a Trick
Light work
That's all of you
Wanna stop me
You need more of you
I'm four of you
Five of you
You lucky that i'm alive with you
You best efforts ain't no good
You ain't gully boy you aint hood
You gotta face the truth
You ain't ready for hollywood

Gone for eight months now
I'm back in charge
I wrote all your favourite
Rappers bars
I can't call no names
Because they pay me large
Check over frame
That's what i record



Credits
Writer(s): Sandjay Munlde
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