[Verse 1]

I'm on road

I'm 4000 miles from home

That's 4000 miles for shows

I'm not special, they don't know

They treat me like I'm on throne

Russian chick sleep in my sheets

Claim she ain't did this before

Wish this lifestyle was for keeps

But oh no, bitch I'm, bitch I'm home

Yeah, back to basics

Living in a dream and now I'm back to chasing

Wasn't living in the moment, now I embrace it

I'll be living in the past if I stay evasive

Spent the whole day working on my next tape

Locked in a room and I move like it's fuck a pay day

Then my mama came home, told me, "Get off your ass

And you better take out that trash"

[Chorus]

'Cause this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from

Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up

Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some

We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none

No this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from

Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up

Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some

We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none

Ay

[Verse 2]

I ain't home if you looking for me

'Bout 20 cities got a booking for me

But the booking just 'cause I was cooking for me

Now I step on stages and they look up

I'm off of the stage and back to the whippin'

I'm in a maze with city conditions

Numb at my place so we don't be tripping

Since I'm away I see this shit different

Back where I stay

Tryna tell the homies that the bullshit that they give us in the city isn't regular

Bulletproof glass post office ain't regular

Bars on the first floor window ain't regular

Coulda told 'em more, but the homie told me, "Stop

Niggas like you always leave here

See the white folks and want to tell us what we need here

Searching for that feeling you should prolly get away"

[Chorus]

'Cause this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from

Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up

Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some

We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none

No this ain't Hollywood, nigga, you forgot 'bout where you from

Ol' bougie ass nigga, prolly piss with pinky up

Took your ass across the globe, now you think we owe you some

We don't care about them flows, lil' bitch, don't owe you none

Ay

[Bridge]

(Hollywood)

(Hollywood)

(Hollywood)

[Verse 3]

You just tryna chill

But I got work to do, I'm (Hollywood)

IPhone blinging

Forgot to hit you back, I'm (Hollywood)

I ain't do your feature

All a sudden I am (Hollywood)

Well, fuck you and your feature

Motherfucker, I am (Hollywood)

I was working in my room, I never left, you never ever called me (Hollywood)

Ever since I left and got a check, you say you'll make some time for me (Hollywood)

L.A.B.B. on my chest, can't get it off the strength and now you say I'm (Hollywood)

Well, fuck it, homie, I am (Hollywood)

I did some shit to get me

Back to back to Europe

Standing in the mirror

L.A.B.B. all on him

Me on my apparel

Dollars come in plural

Staring down the barrel

I'm shmoney, shmoney

Dancing through the peril

Bitch, I got it out my bedroom

Now my winnings got some ends to 'em

Like good mixing I need headroom

'Cause my head growing like my checks do

Me on the writing, me on the production

I mix and master it and act like it's nothing

I told you bastards quit the huffing and puffing

Don't group me with me niggas off dumb ass assumptions

I just got off tour with some Grammy winners

Yo, I just got off tour with some Grammy winners

And you cannot sit with us

You cannot win enough

I'm stunting on 'em

Is it Hollywood enough

Been Dope