Hollyhood

How you afraid to drop a dime
When you already dropped a dime
Got a wife at home but you steady on my line

Talkin' ‘bout shorty you remember when I grind slow
Did I really did I really blow ya mind though
Nah you got me confused with yo other boos

I been peeped game so I never gave the cookie up
And that’s why I got ya wife on the line man
And I hope she gets every single diamond rang

Niggas kill me
They put their fist up got ya all thinking that they're men of the people
All on the stage like
They're motivational speakers
When really they're just A1 creepers

You pushing and 40 with an 18-year-old shorty
Oh you think you’re lit cuz you’re riding around with
All of the hot sisters and fly mamacitas

Well I ain’t on ya payroll so let me shoot the shit
They ain’t laughing with ya they're all laughing
At ya cuz ya that old and afraid of commitment

Everybody in the world know that ain’t no G shit
Don’t get mad at me your life is kinda sad, B

Now this next jab is for my Saints and Ain’ts
My Holy Ghost filled fire baptize believers
Stop looking down at me I’m not an evil heathen

I’m 24 years old and never sold my soul
I went to college to get more knowledge
I upped my pedigree by fixing my credit B
I went across the stage and got my degree

I’m in the middle of my prime with a full-time job
I stay prayed up not laid up with a man that
All my kids call uncle Fred
I’m not on the front pew with my legs wide open
Tryna give the preacher a sip of my ocean

I might curse a bit but that don’t mean I’m not anointed
Appointed or chosen for this here time
I don’t want what ya got I only want what’s mine
This right here is for you that cross the line
All up in the club screaming damn she mighty fine

Walking up to me tryna’ cop a feel
Whisper in my ear talking bout ya million dollars
Nah that’s cap you got a million baby mamas
And Jazzy walked away cuz she ain’t even ‘bout the drama

Don’t ever in ya life try to put your hands on me
I know hood niggas in the trap
That’ll split ya like a Kit Kat
Then show up to ya wake like who did that

I’ll have ‘em throw you over the escalades
In broadway junction for ya sick escapades
How dare you fix ya crusty ass lips to say
That a black woman ain’t beautiful
Not with all that dirt built around ya thick ass cuticles

Give a damn about who’s box you keep glistening
When you don’t even have one pot to piss in

Nah son you don’t even have one
Who said that? Everybody, haha
I don’t even want to be petty but y’all know
I’m a Taurus right
And y’all done brought the bull out so
It’s hard for me to calm down now
Here we go

Jealous of ya situation nigga how you figure
I’ve been stacking chips tryna make six figures
Tryna do the right thing and keep my hand up off the trigger

If ya want that snow bunny then go get her

Cuz I ain’t worried bout it
Let Sue, Susie and Sally and them worry about ya mess
I promise I’ll be good cuz Jazzy stays blessed
I’ve been working hard ain’t got no time for the stress

It maybe all written but all these punch lines
And real hard Rhymes best believe they all mine
Real rap, no cap, straight facts
When ya girl blows please don't holla back
Keep that same energy and fall all the way back
Nigga, fall all the way back lean back