Hollywood

Late night, yeah Had to catch a flight, yeah Yuh Move my pen swiftly, make hits like I'm Ken Griffey Got my mind on Cloud 9, but I got me a town with me I move the same, whether I'm dolo or man with me Had to cut a couple off 'cause their energy been shifty My shorty on the East, she look like she came from Malibu (Malibu) Barbie chick, hardly rich but got the attitude We been goin' up, yeah it's poppin' from the altitude Goin' crunching numbers just to see what I'm amounting to What I'm 'bout to do will have them up in the feels Four-wheel drive bitch The house is up in the hills With somethin' to kill, so play a beat and let me just spill Shit I'm just tryin' to get poppin' without poppin' no pills I'm sick of all these lame faces, so sloppy with the pen game I sleep with one eye open, like my name Kakashi Sensei So if you send a contract, insult me with a ten-day I'm a franchise player, every drop is caliente (fire) Late night, catch a flight to California This life, something different, tried to warn ya You ain't talkin' money its no wonder I ignored ya Now they cuttin' checks 'cause I ain't ever cut a corner Catch a vibe Catch a flight Catch these hands, it's on sight, yeah Need me couple thousand just to show up for the night, yeah If they don't wanna listen to me, baby, that's alright yeah Told her that's my life, yeah, yeah, yeah We catchin' feels while we go catch a flight It's like they say they hungry, but got no appetite I might just have to show them why I hold braggin' rights Maybe, finally, they'll start actin' right Calamari, out in California, future lookin' gorgeous Castle walls crumble, so I had to build a fortress You wanna walk out of my life, I'll show you where the door is Just get in my way, you'll catch this stiff arm like rigor mortis The industry is you, I feel like king of the jungle I'm not sayin' that I'm perfect, in the ring I might stumble But when my back's against the ropes, then Imma swing 'til they humble Underneath their breath, I still hear them mumble Reach out to younger me, the troubled teen who always thought he could The kid who had more drive than what's inside the Maserati hood Make a bag and take it back to all my people, yeah, I probably should Take a look around, welcome to Hollywood Late night, catch a flight to California This life, something different, tried to warn ya You ain't talkin' money its no wonder I ignored ya Now they cuttin' checks 'cause I ain't ever cut a corner Catch a vibe Catch a flight Catch these hands, it's on sight, yeah Need me couple thousand just to show up for the night, yeah If they don't wanna listen to me, baby, that's alright yeah Told her that's my life, yeah, yeah, yeah