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Picasso

Hopsin

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Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin′ love you

I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I've been stuck to

I came in as a lil′ man, but now my fuckin' nuts grewToday's the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you

Uh-oh, it′s my triflin′ ass

Pullin' up like, "Hi guys, I′m back"

Goddamn, nigga,

I'm so up that I can′t get down, gotta skydive from that (Yikes)

Won't see the day I might relax

I ain′t never been a nice guy, in fact

Y'all wishin' I would try nicer raps

Sorry, I ain′t got the right mind for that (Uh-uh)

Look how cold he is, pimpin′ just like H-O-V is

Y'all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate

This is just how my show begins

If you hatin′, come blow me then

Fuck you, here's some petroleum

Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)

Whoa!

Niggas better duck and run for cover

Like it′s fuckin' Iraq (Stay down, nigga)

I′m pullin' a nigga from your ass, you ain't even die yet (Oh no)

I′ve been headin′ up the ladder longer

Vever was a time I hit the climax (Yikes)

Your career's goin′ bye-bye, it's ironic you don′t got a bypass (Yeah)

Niggas know that I've been ill, man

The whole time that I′ve been here

I done made a fortune like ten mil'

From the paper lines that my pen fills

And if I don't spit it, my kids will

I′m low key, but a big deal

Hoes see me and they freeze up

That′s why they all on my dick still

They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso

Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho

Came up in this shit killin′ niggas with the hot flow

Y'all ain′t got a fuckin' thing on Hop

Whoa!

Boy, you better rock slow

Who am I? I′m Picasso

Take the high road

ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (Nope)

I′m fuckin′ hitters in the cosmos

Got it locked, though

Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso (Mhm)

I′ve been told the new game plan's to

Make bullshit for the new wave′s fans

That you can't populate, so you take xans

And flex on the ′Gram like you do make bands

What?! (Oh no)

They like, "Fuck boom bap rap, you can't win

Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan"

That's when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (Yeah!)

Look, I ain′t the nigga who pullin′ up

Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)

I'm here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo

I do my shows and hoes be losin′

Control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop)

When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio

Mmm, man, who want war with me?

Bitch, I torture beats

I've been born to beast

Still I abort MCs

Oh, so horribly

Dog, your corpse′ll be

Right on the floor with these

Feet that I'll stomp you out with

This my house, bitch, and you can′t afford the lease (Watch out)

Whoa!

Fuck all that Hollywood shit

Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick

I got no problem with this

I come through and your body get slit

I could hardly resist

Nigga, my hobby is pissin' on anyone I can offend

I got no friends

Whoever thinkin' they hot, go and tell ′em, nobody′s convinced (Hmm)

They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso

Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho

Came up in this shit killin′ niggas with the hot flow

Y'all ain′t got a fuckin' thing on Hop

Whoa!

Boy, you better rock slow

Who am I? I′m Picasso

Take the high road

ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (Nope)

I′m fuckin′ hitters in the cosmos

Got it locked, though

Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso

Rock slow

Who am I? I′m Picasso

Take the high road

ASAP 'cause I ain′t liable for no nigga (Nope)

I'm fuckin′ hitters in the cosmos

Got it locked, though

Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso