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letra de picasso - hopsin

[verse 1]
hollywood, hollywood, oh how i f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ nuts grew
today’s the day our ties are finally cut loose, f-ck you
uh-oh, it’s my triflin’ -ss (uh-oh)
pullin’ up like, “hi guys, i’m back!” (hi)
godd-mn, n-gg-, 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
f-ck you, here’s some petroleum
give me my clout, you owe me it (yeah)
whoa! n-gg-s better duck and run for cover like it’s f-ckin’ iraq
(stand down, n-gg-!)
i’ll pull a n-gg- from your -ss, you ain’t even die yet (oh no!)
i’ve been headin’ up the ladder long enough
it’s time i hit the climax (yikes!)
your career’s goin’ bye-bye, it’s ironic you don’t got a byp-ss
n-gg-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
hoes see me and they freeze up, that’s why they all on my d-ck still

[pre-chorus]
they tell me i’m too hostile, i am pic-sso
b-tches like, “remember me from high school?” nah, ho
came up in this sh-t k!llin’ n-gg-s with the hot flow
y’all ain’t got a f-ckin’ thing on hop, whoa

[verse 2]
i’ve been told the new game plan’s
to make bullsh-t 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, “f-ck boom bap rap, you can’t win”
“save that sh-t for the wu-tang clan”
that’s when i bust in like the kool-aid man (yeah!)
look, i ain’t the n-gg- who pullin’ up
tryna get shine by how much the rollie glow (nah)
i’m here to rain on parades
my sinister ways to f-ck 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-n-s it lies in the mouth, she call it pinocchio
mmm, man, who want war with me?
b-tch, i torture beats, i’ve been born to beast
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
this my house, b-tch, and you can’t afford the lease (watch out!)
(whoa) f-ck all that hollywood sh-t
over half of you not even lit that be ridin’ my d-ck
i got no problem with this
i come through and your body get slit, i could hardly resist
n-gg-, my hobby is p-ssin’ on anyone i can offend
i got no friends
whoever thinkin’ they hot, go and tell ’em n-body’s convinced, hmm

[chorus]
boy, you better rock slow
who am i? i’m pic-sso
take the high road
asap ’cause i ain’t liable
for no n-gg- (nope!)
my f-ckin’ head is in the cosmos
got it locked though
b-tch, i’m pablo pic-sso
rock slow
who am i? i’m pic-sso
take the high road
asap ’cause i ain’t liable
for no n-gg- (nope!)
my f-ckin’ head is in the cosmos
got it locked though
b-tch, i’m pablo pic-sso (mhm)

- hopsin

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