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Hopsin's new single PICASSO available everywhere: Follow Hopsin: Facebook: Instagram: @hopsin Twitter: @hopsin Website: Director @hopsin Producer @moses_israel 1st AD @frantastic2000 Cinematographer @ Steadicam @billflynnhunt Production Designer @pincheday 2nd AD @lacie_armstrong MUA @cyncerlymoney VFX @cesarencalada Color @ Production Company @bandwidthbrotthers Lyrics: [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' a** (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 F*ck you, here's some petroleum Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah) Whoa! Niggas better duck and run for cover like it's f*ckin' Iraq (Stand down, n*gga!) I'm pouring liquor for your a**, 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 bypass N*ggas 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 Picasso B*tches like, “Remember me from high school?“ Nah, ho Came up in this sh*t killin' n*ggas with the hot flow Y'all ain't got a f*ckin' thing on Hop, whoa [Chorus] Boy, you better rock slow Who am I? I'm Picasso Take the high road ASAP 'cause I ain't liable For no n*gga (Nope!) My f*ckin' head is in the cosmos Got it locked though B*tch, I'm Pablo Picasso (Mhm) [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*gga 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 pen*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 is zipped, I could hardly resist N*gga, 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 [Pre-Chorus] They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso B*tches like, “Remember me from high school?“ Nah, ho Came up in this sh*t killin' n*ggas with the hot flow Y'all ain't got a f*ckin' thing on Hop, whoa [Chorus] Boy, you better rock slow Who am I? I'm Picasso Take the high road ASAP 'cause I ain't liable For no n*gga (Nope!) My f*ckin' head is in the cosmos Got it locked though B*tch, I'm Pablo Picasso Rock slow Who am I? I'm Picasso Take the high road ASAP 'cause I ain't liable For no n*gga (Nope!) My f*ckin' head is in the cosmos Got it locked though B*tch, I'm Pablo Picasso (Mhm)
