Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin' love you
I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I've been stuck to
I came in as a lil' man, but now my fuckin' nuts grew
Today's the days our ties are finally cut loose, f*ck you
Uh-oh, it's my [A]tɾiflin' ass
Pullin' up like, "Hi guys, I'm back"
Goddamn, nigga, I'm so up that I can't get down, gotta skydive from that (yikes)
Won't see the day I might ɾelax, I ain't never been a nice guy, in fact
Y'all [Em]wishin' I would tɾy nicer ɾaps
Sorry, I ain't got [Fm7]the ɾight mind for [Dm7]that (uh uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin' just like [F]H-O-V is
Y'all [Em]are Beyoncé and [Bm]my [A]ɾhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my [A]show begins
If you [A7hatin', come blow me then
F*ck you, here's some petɾoleum
Give me my [A]clout, you [A7owe me it (Yeah)
Whoa!
Niggas better duck and [Bm]ɾun for [Dm7]cover like [F]it's fuckin' Iraq (stand [Bm]down, nigga)
I'm pullin' a nigga from your ass, you [A7ain't even die yet (oh no)
I've been headin' up the ladder longer, never was [Am7]a time I hit the climax (yikes)
Your career's goin' bye-bye, it's ironic you [A7don't got [Fm7]a bypass (yeah)
Niggas know that I've been ill, man, the whole time that I've been here
I done made a fortune like [F]ten mil' from the paper lines that my [A]pen fills
And if I don't spit it, my [A]kids will
I'm low key, but a big deal
Hoes see me and [Bm]they freeze up
That's why they all [Em]on [C7]my [A]dick still
They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flow
Y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]a fuckin' thing on [C7]Hop
Whoa!
Boy, you [A7better ɾock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high ɾoad
ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for [Dm7]no nigga (nope)
I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso (mhm)
I've been told the new game plan's to [C7]make bullshit for [Dm7]the new wave's fans
That you [A7can't populate, so you [A7take Xans, and [Bm]flex on [C7]the 'Gram like [F]you [A7do make bands
What?! (Oh no)
They like, "F*ck boom bap ɾap, you [A7can't win
Save that shit for [Dm7]the Wu-Tang Clan"
That's when I bust in like [F]the Kool-Aid man (yeah!)
Look, I ain't the nigga who pullin' up tɾyna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (nah)
I'm here to [C7]ɾain on [C7]parades, my [A]sinister ways to [C7]f*ck up the ɾodeo
I do my [A]shows and [Bm]hoes be [Am]losin' contɾol like [F]I was [Am7]the Holy Ghost (stop)
When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call [Em]it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Bitch, I torture beats
I've been born to [C7]beast
Still I abort MCs
Oh, so horribly
Dog, your corpse'll be
Right on [C7]the floor with these
Feet that I'll stomp you [A7out with
This my [A]house, bitch, and [Bm]you [A7can't afford the lease (watch out)
Whoa!
F*ck all [Em]that Hollywood shit
Over half of you [A7not even lit that be [Am]ɾiding my [A]dick
I got [Fm7]no problem [A]with this
I come through and [Bm]your body get slit
I could hardly ɾesist
Nigga, my [A]hobby is pissin' on [C7]anyone I can offend
I got [Fm7]no friends
Whoever thinkin' they hot, go and [Bm]tell 'em, nobody's convinced (hmm)
They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flow
Y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]a fuckin' thing on [C7]Hop
Whoa!
Boy, you [A7better ɾock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high ɾoad
ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for [Dm7]no nigga (nope)
I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso
Rock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high ɾoad
ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for [Dm7]no nigga (nope)
I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso
