Hollywood ft. R I S K L I F E Lyrics

All you half ass

Little rap cats

Wanna rap fast

Get a gas mask

I could lap track

With a bad back

Imma half spas

What a sad fact

Getcha cap packed

If you want that

you can get that

with the shit back

thinking to myself

that I wanna get that shit back

Something but I dont wanna relapse

yes I

Sold weed but I quit that

AYYYYYY

Nihkzy get those

If a kid froze

He's a scared pup rararaut row

Uh uh oh no

Such a bad bone

But a good throw

Talking down to we

Then you're gonna see me

Animalistic

Get a ballistic

Knife from the table

I'm tired of this shit

What you gone say huh

Cause you gonna witness

Something that's bad boy

I'm sorry it's Christmas

Maybe I did it

Maybe I didn't

Tell me you're sorry

I might admit it

Might be a mistake

Might not know what day

Maybe I shot him

Maybe I killed it

I'm up in Hollywood yeah

Inside my it's good yeah

I'm up in Hollywood yeah

Inside my it's good yeah

Walking through the grass just to kill some time

Thinking about all the fucking things that make me lose my mind

I just want closure but I guess that never mattered to you

If I tell you I’m okay well that was never true

Just a lie that I told myself all my life

Just to keep the demons in my head from coming alive

They’re crawling inside me

They don’t abide me like they used to

Thinking that maybe one of my biggest demons was you

But those are just irrational thoughts

I don’t mean to be personal I have those a lot

Maybe I need to rejuvenate herbally

Keep my head up and express myself verbally

But I have always been safe in my head

Do I need to speak my whole mind

Am I better off dead

Am I worth your time cause I ain’t got none to spare you

I’m not perfect but I hope you fucking know that I care for you

Whether you want to admit it or not

Stop your fucking bitching

Know that I care for you

Even when you be stressing

Just know that I hope for the best

Cause I care for you

I care for you

I'm up in Hollywood yeah

Inside my it's good yeah

I'm up in Hollywood yeah

Inside my it's good yeah

Hit you with the back of the bat come back and rap

After the show send me a note tellin me why you're mad

Feelin the fire that I once upon a time done had

Ready to give up

That shit's been the latest fad

Fuckin done with this

I'm sick of it

Ready to fight

Raise your fist

I hate this shit

You racist bitch

Go suck a dick and slit your wrist

I'm ready to fuck you up until you can't do shit

That's the story of my life

Hatin' on me just really ain't right

With a criminal concious I could really go bomb shit

But I'd rather be honest

Make a path and stay on it

Gimme the mic I'll astonish

Gimme the dab I don't want it

Feelin a trap in my stomach

Send me some cash and your woman

Gimme the bag cause I want it

I really done snapped so report it

Gimme a beat to record with

I need more than a 40

I don't drink but I pour tea

Cup for a fellow

Kiddin it's hell no

Inhale when in hell tho

Hence why I'd sell dope

Find loads of your hell chose

Shot kicked head crushed wreaked by my elbow

Gettin a sad cat

With a bad bat

Back of the head bap

Backpack nap

Given a bad wrap

Had that

What a mad cat

Send the pack back

If I need more

Imma get that