LYRICS
Hollywood, Hollywood, oh how I ****in' love you
I cannot seem to break through from this curse that I've been stuck to
I came in as a lil man but now my ****in' n**s grew
Today's the day our ties are finally cut loose, **** you
Uh-oh, it's my triflin' ass (Uh-oh)
Pullin' up like, "Hi guys, I'm back!" (Hi)
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 beyond saving and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin', come blow me then
**** you, here's some petroleum
Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)
Whoa! B*****s better duck and run for cover like it's ****in' Iraq
Whoa! Niggas better duck and run for cover like it's ****in' Iraq
I'm pouring liquor for your ass, you ain't even die yet (Oh no!)
I've been headin' up the ladder long enough
(Stand down, niggas!)
Your career's goin' bye-bye, it's ironic you don't got a bypass
B*****s 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 spend it, my kids will
I'm low-key but a big deal
Niggas know that I've been ill
They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso
Shitting like, 'Remember me from high school?' Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin' b*****s with the hot flow
Y'all ain't got a ****in' 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
Hoes see me and they freeze up, that's why they all on my d**k still
My ****in' head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
****, I'm Pablo Picasso (Mhm)
I've been told the new game plan's
To make bullshit for the new age fans
And you can't pop unless you take Xans
And flex on the 'Gram like you do make bands
What? Oh no, they like, "**** 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!)
"Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan"
Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)
I'm here to rain on parades
My sinister ways to **** up the rodeo (Woo!)
I do my shows and hoes
Be losin' control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop!)
When I deliver the p***s it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Look, I ain't the nigga who pullin' up
Still I abort MC's, oh so horribly
Dog, your corpse'll be right on the floor with these
Feet that I'll stomp you out with
Nigga, I torture beats, I've been born to beast
**** all that Hollywood shi
Over half of you not even lit that be ridin' my shit
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body is zipped, I could hardly resist
****, 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
Shitting like, 'Remember me from high school?' Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin' b*****s with the hot flow
Y'all ain't got a ****in' 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
Hoes see me and they freeze up, that's why they all on my d**k still
My ****in' head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
****, I'm Pablo Picasso
Rock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP 'cause I ain't liable
Hoes see me and they freeze up, that's why they all on my d**k still
My ****in' head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
****, I'm Pablo Picasso (Mhm)