Jah - Hollywood Lyrics

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

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