[Verse 1]
I'm on road
I'm 4000 miles from home
That's 4000 miles for shows
I'm not special, they don't know
They treat me like I'm on throne
Russian chick sleep in my sheets
Claim she ain't did this before
Wish this lifestyle was for keeps
But oh no, bitch I'm, bitch I'm home
Yeah, back to basics
Living in a dream and now I'm back to chasing
Wasn't living in the moment, now I embrace it
I'll be living in the past if I stay evasive
Spent the whole day working on my next tape
Locked in a room and I move like it's fuck a pay day
Then my mama came home, told me, "Get off your ass
And you better take out that trash"
[Chorus]
'Cause this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from
Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up
Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some
We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none
No this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from
Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up
Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some
We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none
Ay
[Verse 2]
I ain't home if you looking for me
'Bout 20 cities got a booking for me
But the booking just 'cause I was cooking for me
Now I step on stages and they look up
I'm off of the stage and back to the whippin'
I'm in a maze with city conditions
Numb at my place so we don't be tripping
Since I'm away I see this shit different
Back where I stay
Tryna tell the homies that the bullshit that they give us in the city isn't regular
Bulletproof glass post office ain't regular
Bars on the first floor window ain't regular
Coulda told 'em more, but the homie told me, "Stop
Niggas like you always leave here
See the white folks and want to tell us what we need here
Searching for that feeling you should prolly get away"
[Chorus]
'Cause this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from
Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up
Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some
We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none
No this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from
Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up
Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some
We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none
Ay
[Bridge]
(Hollywood)
(Hollywood)
(Hollywood)
[Verse 3]
You just tryna chill
But I got work to do, I'm (Hollywood)
IPhone blinging
Forgot to hit you back, I'm (Hollywood)
I ain't do your feature
All a sudden I am (Hollywood)
Well, fuck you and your feature
Motherfucker, I am (Hollywood)
I was working in my room, I never left, you never ever called me (Hollywood)
Ever since I left and got a check, you say you'll make some time for me (Hollywood)
L.A.B.B. on my chest, can't get it off the strength and now you say I'm (Hollywood)
Well, fuck it, homie, I am (Hollywood)
I did some shit to get me
Back to back to Europe
Standing in the mirror
L.A.B.B. all on him
Me on my apparel
Dollars come in plural
Staring down the barrel
I'm shmoney, shmoney
Dancing through the peril
Bitch, I got it out my bedroom
Now my winnings got some ends to 'em
Like good mixing I need headroom
'Cause my head growing like my checks do
Me on the writing, me on the production
I mix and master it and act like it's nothing
I told you bastards quit the huffing and puffing
Don't group me with me niggas off dumb ass assumptions
I just got off tour with some Grammy winners
Yo, I just got off tour with some Grammy winners
And you cannot sit with us
You cannot win enough
I'm stunting on 'em
Is it Hollywood enough
Been Dope
