Richee Ray - Hollywood Hills

Imma start living
Let go of the things I can't control
I'm still breathing, I'm so grateful I'm the chosen one

Fighting demons, making sure I never sell my soul
I'm so blessed, I'm still that child and I'm the Golden one

Stacking the, stacking the, stacking the racks
Keep it rolling, Never calling it wraps
Shooting my way to the top of the tower
I don't want money without any power

Ma nigga General, he got the ranks
He got the money and he got banks
We in the streets we be taking what's ours
I'm with the gang I'm with the outsiders

Flex on niggaz and they be like oou!
Flex on bitches and they be like oou!
Yeah these niggaz wanna be in ma shoes
Yeah these niggaz wanna be in ma crew

They say Ray I wanna be like you
Trapping so hard got me feeling like Uzi
Fucking that bitch at back of da Coupe
No I ain't lying, you know that it's true

We don't we don't get along
They just wanna see me fall
They feel better when you're lost
Hey, hey, hey

Young Fresh nigga like me, I'm cool
Young fine bitches on me, like two
Ah been working hard ah been paying my dues
Breaking the laws ah don't go by the rules
(We don't go by the rules)

Done with this game ah keep playing for you
Stuck in a matrix, stuck in a loop
Breaking the laws ah don't go by the rules

Pressure, pressure, don't pressure me don't pressure
Don't lecture me no pep talk
Don't pep talk me, don't pep talk

Impressions, Impressions
I don't worry bout first impressions
Way outta your league I'm way off
Better face your fears don't face us

Stacking the, stacking the, stacking the racks
Keep it rolling, Never calling it wraps
Shooting my way to the top of the tower
I don't want money without any power

Ma nigga General, he got the ranks
He got the money and he got banks
We in the streets we be taking what's ours
I'm with the gang I'm with the outsiders

Flex on niggaz and they be like oou!
Flex on bitches and they be like oou!
Yeah these niggaz wanna be in ma shoes
Yeah these niggaz wanna be in ma crew

They say Ray I wanna be like you
Trapping so hard got me feeling like Uzi
Fucking that bitch at back of da Coupe
No I ain't lying, you know that it's true

Written by:
Richard Akpude

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