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