Lyrics:
you know I like to see
When you are smiling right next to me
We can write a book
About you and me
Make you feel good
Our love story
Like in hollywood
We
with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells
the years go by
And the debt piles up
Pouring down into a half empty cup
Sick of every day
Sending resumes with no response
Cause you're the next big
its me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy (bitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
Half
Have you ever felt this amazing, yuh
Rosemob stacking dead faces, yuh
Undead stumble on the A V E
Running off the block, L A P D
Got a glow going off
Smoking calmly /
Like an undead soldier /
Hit by a bomb /
In a palm tree, a zombie /
cpocalyptic future /
Rapper slash producer /
cnalyze this /
Like
and sweat.
A wound upon his neck
Another round
Of smoke and lead
5 rounds upon his frame
No pain shown
He stands and fights
Outnumbered by the game
Cut in
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav', yeah nigga, V.I.P., yeah
It's our means, Curtis, 'Billion Dollar Budget? Jackson
Go 'head be mad
the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm use to it, if your rear
View
Hollywood signs with the Bali food
5 star room with a 5 star school
5 star champ with a 5 star tool
5 ft 7 with a big dream like hoop
Couldn’t touch
on her feet uh
Gucci on the couch uh
Gucci all on me
5 By 5
In a 3 by 3
And she all on me
I'm dancing now St. Lauren living
Hollywood dreams
She wants all
Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin' love you
I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I've been stuck to
I came in as a lil' man, but
we put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
Sha
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
You better push that stone
You better push that...
You better push that stone
Standing on the same old day
No way to say what the stone may weigh
really want no smoke, Don't be starting no drama
Top flight security now they be Screaming out Vicciii
How they know you round the world You charging 5 for
villages
I'm bound to no allegiance, hellbound by my inner legion
Black cloak, black hood, black clothes, tabi boots
Black leather, black feathers,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Polo
On her neck like the undead
Peep the scene, check ya vibe, yeah enough said
I don't think that baby mamas get enough
the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but this
LA county on mines
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
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