[Verse 1]

Who else really trying to mess with Hollywood Cole

I'm with Marley G though

Treating Birmingham just like my Hollywood shows

I'm trying to tell you something that you probably should know

This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh

My real friends never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused

I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same building, but we got different views

I got a couple cars, I never get to lose

Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls are down to roll

We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole

I live fast die young, never take it slow

Tell your girl to tell a friend that it's time to go

And tell me today's weather

I know they say they good, but trust me I'm better

I sound like the coldest Miami night ever

I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater

Really it's whatever

I am murdering and this is so amusing

If they're a sight to see then I am an illusion

I tell you I'm the man baby what is the confusion

And if they still sleeping on me, someone hit the snooze then

And keep sleeping while I sell a couple million

I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling

I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing

But fuck what they say let me tell you how I'm feeling

I'm drinking

These London street lamps got a real glow

Dizzy playing driving fast but it feels slow

And ask your man, he a hater, baby, he don't know

I could kick a punt and turn that shit into a field goal

This here was meant to get buried

I got a lot of things, I mention those barely

I ain't lying to the kids like the dentist ain't scary

I'm what Lebron was to Saint Vincent, Saint Marry

But I ain't playing high school games

Pullin McLarence through a McDonalds drive through lane

I'm to fly, I keep it hip hop like Afu-Ra

Baby girl on that Mclaren

You gotta lift the doors

Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords

I do it better than the best could

You know what it is, Drake and Tim Westwood