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I Was In Hollywood
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My first memory of a smartphone was not the hottest ringtone Or the games I was always kinda schooled on (Uh-huh) Ten years old, there was a naked woman on my father's new phone Didn't say I saw it, I always thought he knew though (He knew) I never was too religious I always thought of God like: "Who knows?" I'd want a lot of proof shown The only thing that was Jewish about me was my last name And the Holocaust and Jew jokes at the lunch table I was always cool though My job got me a bankroll, I'm not coppin' a lake home That ride already bait hoes Bad cops walking the same road My pop taught me to hate those (F**k those) I just emptied the pipe on the b*t*h like Draino My mom's job had her late home So mom brought me a plate home Both my grandpas are dead, put this on top of the gravestone: "My grandson is a rap star, so the last name got a ring to it" They both probably trippin' now when they see what I bring to it (What you bring to it?) Wet pu**y by the light behind the curtain Paper towel wrapped around her thigh absorbing it (Ah) I'm the type who likes to learn sh*t I almost left tonight to slide to her crib Till she ask me what Tech N9ne is like in person (I've never met him) I got head at 12 but 17 I was a virgin, too shy to put the work in (Yeah) Then I turned 18 and toured the world with a headliner And I was f**king more than the headliner I was adored by the headliner Even f**ked those two b*t*hes together,dawg That sh*t was too much for me, I had to take December off 2022 I'm healthier, I got my head screwed on I gotta be alone for a lil' bit, I gotta leave home for a bit I got a clean phone like a kid clearing the history thinking he swift I know a couple of people who wish I never level up, leavin' up with nothing to do Except diggin' up whatever they can be diggin' up Making them think that I did you dirty or some, huh? You 30 or some? Have you a little boy Or a little girly, or some, huh? I was wordy when I was young I was good at English cla** but I wasn’t nerdy, it was just fun I came to school high and after school was when I got drunk I was the first weed smoker at my grade So my older homie bought me a scale And taught me how to weigh I used to call it a quarter even though it was a eighth Word got around so I had to cut the con out like I'm Ye B*t*h, I prefer my head with a OutKast tape in the background Coach that break when her round a** shake in my lap now Found in a house that came with a tall valet and a wild crowd 'Cause I now rap name, bring a loud a** gang to a quiet town Halloween I traded candy with my sister I preferred the peanut b***er sh*t, now she prefer her Benz And I prefer an even dumber whip Not religious, speaking in tongues and sh*t It's ironic if she look like an R&B b*t*h, she get ushered in Federal prison, mom used to be scared she'd see her son in it Now her son's rap money feed the government My sister got a favorite rapper so I grew up looking at all his merch I'm with him now, I promised an autograph for her I got me a lot with rapping words Thank God that I got a pa**ion for it That body inspired me, if I f**ked that girl I'm dropping a project afterwards Stay a broad but she not a traveler She got that fire pu**y, the Hellcat, Dodge Challenger Come to the place, it ain't really far How I'm f**king up the face like painting Pica**o, though Jumping up ranks so much in the bank, they gave me a job role I'm in a literal million dollars worth of game like Gillie and Wallo Single again but Vivienne West's on the shirt though I bought it for what it's worth, bro And that's a tax write-off 'cause that's my work clothes (Right) Sapphire is my birthstone, so is each verse though Funny how the world go Balenciaga, big shirt that can fit Big Bird but it's comfy That b*t*h still put the kid first like Cudi Big thirst for the money, quick turns in the whip Make the whip groan like it's hungry Insurance got a upwards curve, must be 'cause the kid swerve Through the city's curves like it's funny It works if you love me 'cause if she give birth The b*t*h permanently lucky (Ah) Still lurk through the country touring Sweep the floor and I'm like the intern for the company No quick purchase gon’ quench my thirst I’m too hungry Call around, my energy is profit now Relationships? I’m opting out, I'm open like the waffle house I was getting calls, bro: "Why you ain't active?" "Got your first major label project out, what happened, dog?" F**k worrying about sales I'm just trynna worry about what God about Like He finally let me drop my f**king album, I'm lucky Week later He gon' take my pops from me Momma called me, I was in Hollywood I fell to the floor and my homie caught me She gave me the news, I couldn't breathe I just felt outta body, flew home for the funeral I came back with an angel on me He texted me saying he's so proud I ignored it, California had me out Now what I'ma say when my people tell me: "Come back home"? I'm 'bout to do this for my dad, bro
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