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Nas

Hollywood Gangsta

 

Hollywood Gangsta

(album: Magic - 2021)


Shout my young New York niggas out there on that drill shit
Yeah
Yeah
Ayo, yo, let me try this shit out right here

The scars of martyrs
The path of bastard seeds
Effects of absentee fathers passed on with ease
Hope the babies eat healthier, and may we get wealthier
They was not giving we ask for forgiveness, not permission
Whole clique is eachother's counselor
Holding sticks without a hockey puck
Can't co-sign em, them niggas not with us
Hop on a private jet with twelve tenants
Right when I land, the chopper to Manhattan is 12 minutes
I put the real in real nigga that's on my momma though
Homie you gotta feel me from Cali out to the Callio
Slicker than Desi Arnez on my Copa Cabana flow
In Houston with a thick one eating at Papadeaux
Shit, it was written
Chopping up competition
Palms itching bohemian growth couldn't get Nas to visit
I seen both ends of the ladder, ain't see no silver platter
Fiction don't even matter we don't ask for the cameras

Guess they used to the ego having head in the air
Hollywood Gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere
I'm the opposite smooth not spreading fear
Silver spoons never fed Nasir I'm on top and I surprise em
I'm on top and I surprise em

Velour fashions
World tour jackets
I turned to a hoarder, I don't need more baggage
Everybody lying telling stories backwards
Like my song Rewind then store autographing
To take it back in time, to today I'm smashing
Flick out ashes, flip girls on a mattress
We get it cracking without the attachments
Her My heart is cold as Aspen
Both of us laughing
I put the New in New York
I'm home
All of the watches stay on the Eastern time zone
Throwing parties whenever I'm feeling godly
White linen parties for whenever we make a million dollars
Nas think he too good to pull up on us
See me at a baby shower with some OGs from Corona
Sipping liquor taking photos and I slid with a cougar
Could'a pulled a young love but I took who was cuter
Esco relaxed in hood I ain't come with a shooter
They asked what I'm doing, they said I was already proven
Who said I'm too comfortable around on my regular shit
You know I'm a rare nigga but ghetto as shit

Guess they used to the ego having head in the air
Hollywood Gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere
I'm the opposite smooth not spreading fear
Silver spoons never fed Nasir I'm on top and I surprise em

And I surprise em, uh yeah
I ain't saying don't have your goons with you
I'm on top, it's not surprising
But when you get a lil' older you move different
Yeah, I'm on top and I keep rising (Rising)
Uh huh, early morning
I'm on top
To the dawn and I'm on top
Yeah
I can't be stopped, why even try
Hollywood gangsta
I'm the opposite of that
Ha!

done

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