Heaven/Hollywood

Yeah yeah yeah yeahhh
Yeah 4
Yeah I’m live
Issa Maze Issa jungle
Like it’s Royal rumble time to ball I never fumble
All up in my bubble you can’t get in
Cause you’re trouble (you can get it, you can get it)
You can get it and be humble Hmm

Get me the cheddar get me the cheese
Get me the cream
This is the heaven this is the shit
This is supreme
Get me the cheddar get me the cheese
Get me the cream
This is the heaven this is the shit
This is supreme
Heaven or the Hollywood
Little Jonny is doing jolly good (lil jonny is doing)
All my Donnie’s straight out the Hollywood
(all my Donnie’s straight outta?)
Get the bag hell yeah I prolly would
I pra I probably will
I probably become a living legend (living legend)
I follow my God given directions (direction)
You know I been teach these niggas lessons
(yeah you know!)
Bet you thought the boy will be a blessing
real blessed)
You never thought wrong
4Runna never running in circles (oh no oh no oh no)
These niggas doing deals with the devil
(oh they doing deals?)
I never been in it for the medal (I never been in it)
I always keep my foot on the pedal
I take my Ms to the letter
Martin Luther king where is my Coretta?
I got the heart tell me where is my bredda
(Get me my cheddar)
Yeah tell me where is my bredda
Get me my cheddar
Get me my cheese
Listen get me my cheddar get me my cheese
Get me my cream
This is the heaven this is the shit
This is supreme
Get me my cheddar get me my cheese (yeah this is supreme)
Get me my cream
This is the heaven this is the shit
This is supreme

If we fuck you better fuck me good
Trees in that backwood
Holly suck me good
You know she finna get this Hollywood
I no Dey dance like Bollywood
Drive her crazy probably would
Shock absorbers kinda weak
Brand new whip like every week
I been on a streak
I been trynna get the paper undercover
No be cover of a magazine
Get the money put am inside cellophane
Man like Vince I been a fiend
Niggas then won nack me but they know I’m not afraid
Jonny with the cage but I’m scheming on a stage
Make em feel my rage when I’m stepping in the place
Pockets full of faces, different color races
You would think I’m racist cause I pull up
All black
Rappers don’t want beef cause they know say
They all whack
Pick a gal like market, you know say
I hit it twice
No ain’t nothing nice
Breaking up her back while I’m counting up the racks
Yeah pockets full of racks
You trynna get a stack?
You say I hid bricks
Yeah I hit em licks
Yeah I got bricks
Yeah I hit a lick
Shaq at the free throw
Yeah I hit a lick

“Go figure”