Hollywood

Free smook Shout out my rappy This our year fasho Aw yea shoutout Mari too Choppa shells Make em sing Then my name ring Like a bell You not out on bail You out on tell Get it You snitching Bitch nigga wishing You was with the gang Claiming shit you can't hang Let my gun clang Bang Bang You a think keef Just made it rain What you saying I got a plan To be the man Let a nigga sneak diss Ima send em back to school Dismiss My past broad You ain't see what i saw You ain't did what i did I gotta make it For my kids Ian a father yet But soon i will be Ima take care of my kids Don't matter If it's 1 or 3 I got a family I got dreams to pursue I got money to make I got friends that's fake My vlone not fake But yours is It say friends But the inside say Gilden I'm the older child But Ian Golden I'm chosen My watch leave you frozen Don't post them guns you toting I make movies Slow motion Got put on Little promotion All my cars Floating I'm in the stu Goating I'm the shit Hosting No show since I was 15 I had a lot to say Now i got a way To say it Get paid And make a way Without plays Done doing moves I found a new groove Betta move smooth Or my shooter gone pop you Ty gone slump you Mari gone dump you Me and Justin gone jump you Will gone run over you My gang unstoppable I'm unreliable I'm not a child My flow so wild I got a lot of style Fast like a cheetah Wow Yo attitude sour I got power I make dough Like flour I gotta make It Out the hood For good They said i look like da baby i been getting paper lately They hate me And ion see why i be fly i be high Out the way What's not to like do i gotta up my pipe And show you i got my stripes This ain't no cop race This a swat chase They been on me since March I turn 21 in April Long way from maple God help me if you able Hollywood