Mr. Hollywood

For the low I get you wacked got lawyer money for that charge
Nigga thought it was a wraith boy these ain't them type of stars
Pulling up in fat shit you can't pronounce these type of cars
I been knew that you was fake I told myself bout who you are

I'm realest one fasho if you heard different let me know
I had went to all they shows but they ain't pull up to my show
Never hold them boys on loyalty they'll snake you out fasho
23 I seen so much that movie coming 24

Brodie called me wit a story I'm invested in his drama
Hard times and mental pains I'm too connected with my trauma
They don't know bout selling drugs and skipping school to stack a comma
I was fighting wit the house so I got kicked out by my momma

You can't come up in my section bitch you ain't Michelle Obama
Gave me head that shit was bomb started calling her Osama
Got too comfortable she tried to get a date at Benihana
You know NB he too hot he have you sweating like a sauna

Feeling pressure gotta make it out before I'm 26
I been grinding all my life with dreams and hopes of being rich
Never fall out with my brothers we ain't beefin bout a bitch
We too up to leak locations get off live this ain't twitch

You ain't hear that shit from me why believe in all the hype
Ayo look is that NB he got that rango wit the stripes
All my niggas having motions real motion we don't swipe
Can't compare us to nobody cause ain't nun of them alike

They was tryna count me out had to hawk em on that track
2017 I heard em they was calling niggas whack
Billboards I want it all fill my studio wit plaques
I perform when I get money I folding up like Dak

She had called me for a reason baby boy I need a stack
Told her nah and she flipped out said she ain't never coming back
I said cool but where was this when I was pulling on yo track
And I told you I ain't tricking baby girl so just relax



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Writer(s): Anthony Hawkins
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