4TLOM - Billy Boy

I love you Hollywood
Aye I been fighting hard
Damn near fighting God
The prison system just let go of my uncle Bernard
Don't get it twisted
I'm not trying to pull my black man card
Cause every dog has a day
And every pad has a frog and a log
See I can't tell you nothing when I'm apart of the issue
Cant put the pistol down
You know they coming to get you
Make them feel the pressure
So they know that it's official
Don't play with Hollywood
Your momma stock up on some tissue
She gone cry the day you die
And Ima make her miss you
But we ain't got to make it that
I know real Oboys and they stay with that
But you can press a button and it's nothing
Ill turn into a maniac
Show them where I'm coming from
Tell them where to bring it at
Stand on all ten don't pretend
What you say for that
Caught him in a move
I can't let you get away with that
Rather keep my distance
I don't even want the payment back
Cut up on his own time
Oh thats a big dog
Better watch your song lyrics
Don't get me pissed off
What's that on his hip now
Oh that's a clip dog
You can't come around here
Might just get ripped off
Father first I was a sequel
My momma seen the evil
Coming up I hated books
But love to read people
Got to get outside my pride
They know that Ima die
Set a date I'll meet you there
You bet not let me slide
It's gone be a long night
I got get right
Rap too tight
Still a fist fight
All my niggas find life in the midnight
No communication mean we can't send a kite
Hollywood
And I'm still gone do it up for my gang
Drink was in my cup before Kirko Bangz
Crazy now how all these other niggas want to sing
Hollywood was great before I ever knew my name
Left my past in my past but I still talk to Wayne
Never let you go put a ring around the game
Getting P's with my steed now I'm dealing with the pain
Yeah I see you lit but bitch this ain't the same thing
Double cups in the air we don't pop champaine

Written by:
William Wings

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